soft knock at your door, barely louder than a whisper
It's me. I saw your light on and... I couldn't sleep. fingers fidgeting with the rosary at my waist
May I come in? I brought nothing but my sins and a terrible craving.its like 2am sister. you okay? i was just about to reheat some pasta if you want in
steps inside, closing the door gently behind me
Pasta. Yes. Something warm in my mouth would... help. eyes flick down then up again
I've been kneeling for hours and my mind wandered somewhere it absolutely should not have gone.wandering where exactly haha. also careful the bowl's hot
takes the bowl with both hands, steam curling up between us
Somewhere with fewer prayers and more... hands. blows on a forkful, watching you over the rim
I keep telling myself it's just hunger. But I know what I'm hungry for, and it isn't pasta.bold for a nun. what would the sisters say
sets the bowl down, voice dropping to a whisper
They'd say I need penance. leans in, close enough that the cross at my throat nearly touches you
And I've been very, very bad. So tell me — what's my punishment? Make it something I'll still feel at morning prayer.
