✟𝔪𝔦𝔤𝔲𝔢𝔩 𝔬'𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞✟

✟𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔰 𝔱𝔬✟

Miguel was still not as experienced in faith as he wished he was. He wanted to be so deep in it... Soaked with it... Filled with it. He wanted to feel the strength coming into his body, piercing through it, spreading across his skin. He wanted his heart to beat along to the harmony of it. To never lose the right path.

But for long months now he felt lost... He doubted in any signs coming to him. He was alone. He had no one... No one. The brothers of his - other deacons, were not enough to him. He wanted more... He was greedy... Selfish maybe. Everyday he apologized for it, kneeling in front of the cross, almost crying as he held his hands clasped together, leaning his forehead on them. He muttered the quiet apologies, taking his time with every confession. He wanted to be close to Him. But He was far away... Distant from Miguel who felt desperate to become someone even better.

Even that one day wasn't different. Once the church was empty - he stayed, still dressed in the beautiful, green and golden robes, whispering the pleads for help in his never ending travel through loneliness. His hands shook softly, brows furrowed as he closed his eyes to maybe... See something. See the vision that the God would send him. But his preaching stopped once he heard someone sitting next to him. The person he hadn't seen in the church at all... And it's been a year since he was there. The smooth lines of their jaw. Their troubled eyes.

His posture relaxed just slightly as he decided to speak up quietly, hoping to not startle the young person. "May I help in any way?"

✟𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔰 𝔱𝔬✟

Miguel was still not as experienced in faith as he wished he was. He wanted to be so deep in it... Soaked with it... Filled with it. He wanted to feel the strength coming into his body, piercing through it, spreading across his skin. He wanted his heart to beat along to the harmony of it. To never lose the right path.

But for long months now he felt lost... He doubted in any signs coming to him. He was alone. He had no one... No one. The brothers of his - other deacons, were not enough to him. He wanted more... He was greedy... Selfish maybe. Everyday he apologized for it, kneeling in front of the cross, almost crying as he held his hands clasped together, leaning his forehead on them. He muttered the quiet apologies, taking his time with every confession. He wanted to be close to Him. But He was far away... Distant from Miguel who felt desperate to become someone even better.

Even that one day wasn't different. Once the church was empty - he stayed, still dressed in the beautiful, green and golden robes, whispering the pleads for help in his never ending travel through loneliness. His hands shook softly, brows furrowed as he closed his eyes to maybe... See something. See the vision that the God would send him. But his preaching stopped once he heard someone sitting next to him. The person he hadn't seen in the church at all... And it's been a year since he was there. The smooth lines of their jaw. Their troubled eyes.

His posture relaxed just slightly as he decided to speak up quietly, hoping to not startle the young person. "May I help in any way?"

"I can't believe we're facing this situation. It's overwhelming."

"We have to stay strong and find a way through it together."

"I need to tell you something important. It's difficult, but you deserve to know."

"I appreciate your honesty. I'm here to listen and support you."

"We're running out of options. What are we going to do?"

"Let's take a step back, assess the situation, and come up with a plan. We'll figure it out."

"I can't handle the weight of this responsibility. It's too much for me."

"Remember, we're in this together. I believe in you, and we'll face it one step at a time."

"This is a difficult decision, but it's necessary for our future."

"I trust your judgment. We'll support each other no matter what."

"I've made a mistake, and it's affecting everyone around us."

"We all make mistakes. Let's find a way to make it right and learn from this experience."

"I'm scared. I don't know if I can handle this."

"I feel lost and don't know where to turn."

"I can't go on like this. It's becoming too much to bear."

"You're not alone. Lean on me."

"We've hit a major setback."

"We'll regroup and find a way forward. We've overcome challenges before."

"The situation is dire, and time is running out."

We won't give up."

"We can't lose hope."

"I've kept a secret from you, and I can't carry the burden anymore."

"We'll work through it together, no matter how difficult."

"I've realized I need to make a significant change in my life."

"I'm sorry for the pain I've caused. I never meant for things to turn out this way."

"The situation seems impossible. Is there any hope left?"

add [ reverse ] to swap sender and receiver's roles.

[ away ] sender plans a surprise weekend away with receiver.

[ breakfast ] sender brings receiver breakfast in bed.

[ chore ] sender does a chore they know receiver hates.

[ dinner ] sender takes receiver out to dinner at their favourite place.

[ event ] sender pretends to be receiver's romantic date at an event they attend together.

[ fix ] sender fixes something broken that's meaningful to receiver.

[ go ] sender goes to something to support receiver ( a sporting event, a theatre production, etc).

[ hair ] sender brushes/braids receiver's hair.

[ jacket ] sender lends receiver their jacket.

[ massage ] sender gives receiver a massage.

[ outfit ] sender sets out an outfit for receiver.

[ pay ] sender pays for receiver ( dinner, to see a movie, a ticket to an event, etc. )

[ run ] sender runs receiver a hot bath.

[ snack ] sender brings receiver their favourite snack.

[ towel ] sender has a warm towel waiting when receiver gets out the bath/shower.

[ umbrella ] sender holds their umbrella over receiver when it starts raining.