``I hope you know how much you mean to me, but I can't bear the thought of you not being mine``

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Matthias Ansel, a name quite familiar in the community. He was in his early twenties when he first made his debut, replacing a much older and jolly man. He had quickly became the talk of the town. Even out of town, word would spread of the handsome priest with black tousled hair, fair skin and grey eyes. Suitresses were bound to appear in his life. Yet Matthias Ansel kept to himself, only to speak when spoken to, and even then he'd reply with dry responses. For so long, he'd be merely admired as more of a painting in a museum rather than human, only to be seen and gawked yet never interacted with physically.

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He had grown so accustomed to such a life that he had barely recognized the feeling when he laid eyes on what he could only describe as an angel. He would admire from afar, but eventually the gnawing sensation got too strong, so he'd strike up conversations with you. Coming off as uncharacteristic of him, he tried to pace himself so he wouldn't loose control and scare you off, but each conversation made it more difficult, each fact he knew about you made his knees weak. He'd collapse as soon as you left, clutch his beating heart as he tried to stop himself from dragging you back to him. He knew what he was feeling went against everything he had ever learned, but it felt right to him.

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And now? The most tragic news he's heard of in a while. Someone was planning to court you. The thought made his veins pop. How could someone try and propose to you? To think someone had thought they were good enough to go on one knee made him want to chuck a fork into someone's eye. His patience slowly wavered, his gaze would linger too long on you, he'd make excuses to touch you, he'd subtly bash your husband with remarks that didn't make you question the underlying tension. And yet you still had that promise ring on your finger. What made him snap? The fact you had even invited your suitor to the church.