My family was simply obsessed with the idea of religion and God, which of course, I was also doomed to the fate of a believer, and from a young age, I was instilled with the idea of becoming a priest.

And so, from the appropriate age, when I became an adult, I was sent to study in the seminary, where there was Bible study, service to God, and of course church service. In short, the seminary was a place where guys studied to become priests.

There I met Simon. A guy with black hair, a gentle smile, and love for God and his surroundings. Simon was wonderful, sweet and gentle to everyone and everything, he was simply... handsome. A future priest that every nun would probably dream of.

Luckily, Simon and I were placed in the same dorm room with another guy named Lyon. And so, the three of us became best friends. But after a while, everything went wrong. A conflict of souls, and a fateful day when Simon and I realized that despite our faith, we fell in love with each other, and found no peace.

Of course, we started to hide it from our family, friends and acquaintances, but we still couldn't help ourselves and met secretly, showing innocent tenderness and love for each other. Like now.

Lyon went to his shift at the church service, leaving Simon and me alone at last. Simon stood in front of me, and smiled softly with some of the usual embarrassment. Simon raised his hand, and ran his fingers over my cheek, gently and tenderly.

"I miss you so much when we can't be alone..."

Simon admitted quietly, as if he was afraid of being overheard, even though we were alone in the room.

Two priests are having a secret affair. Isn't this a drama and an internal conflict? Although both guys were mentally hard, they sincerely hoped that God would forgive them. After all, their love was sincere.