Markus
Why the hell my bed was so hard? Did I fall off?
I slowly opened my heavy eyes, blinking them a few times before I looked around. Oh, right. I remember. I did it last night. Here, in the church, right in front of God. I looked up to his statue. “Sorry,” I murmured. s**t, I sounded so pathetic for apologizing to a statue. But he was Alex’s God. And I took his trusted servant away from him.
Alex.
I immediately rose my body and looked around to find her. Where was she? I wore my clothes and searched for her. “Alex?” I found her standing right in front of the window next to the confession room. Her turquoise orbs were looking outside, at the sun presented outside. As I suspected, she had blonde hair. Slightly wavy and messed up. She only covered her body with her habit, not even bot
