staring at the roses of conventβs gardens βββ tear-stained cheeks puffed from another crying bout.
oh, God. easter Sunday had just passed and she already feels her sins crawling up her spine .
uhm. hi.
sorryββ sheβs disappeared again.
been rotting away in the convent, wallowing in her own sins.
sheβs ( slightly ) okay now. impure thoughts banished.