Breaking Vows • LT

Breaking Vows || Teaser

Author's Note

I KNOW I've yet to finish World War Zayn, Champion, and Hearts Devoured, but I just HAD to write this and publish it. Sorry if I'm releasing another on-going story! Still, I hope you guys like this one, and as a form of disclaimer, know that I do not aim to disrespect the religion presented in this fic. This will be but a story about Louis, a human being who has to decide whether he would give up his spiritual vows now that he has met the woman he might spend the rest of his life with.

Happy reading, everyone!

Much love,

Jac

P.S. Please enjoy the meet-cute below!

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Louis knew he was on the right path.

Everything suddenly made sense to him. Not all men were blessed as he was, to see things so clearly, to be enlightened - to find purpose. It was as if God himself had shown him his path. Father Gregory was right; he had to remove himself from his comfort zone and find his own voice in this drowning world. It was always refreshing to acknowledge the fact that with each day he spent here, the more he realised that he belonged to Him. Seeing the world in a different light - far away from Doncaster, it gave him a different kind of inspiration to push forward to his calling. No doubt that he would be able to preach to the younger crowd with more conviction, more hope, and more love. Who knows, maybe one day, he can bring his kids here?

It would be nice to return to the Philippines after being ordained as a priest. He would return to Rehoboth Village and when they finally call him "Father Louis", he could finally answer with a confident smile on his face, yes. Yes, I am -

"Father Louis?"

"It's not Father Louis ye-" Yet, he snapped in his head as he turned around, and was greeted with the sight of a woman he had never seen before. 

The world came to a full stop as he captured her breathtaking visage enveloped in the beautiful sunset glow. Where did she come from, he wondered, seeing no one else around them.

All of a sudden, Louis breathed a prayer. He had been on his vow of celibacy for years, and he prayed to God, Mother Mary, and Joseph that the wind would fail to lift the skirt of her little white dress from her knees. The words and thoughts died in his mouth as he felt a strange stirring in his chest. 

Who was this woman; what in the world was he feeling?

"Who are you then?" she asked, cocking a brow at him. She crossed her arms across her chest (he quickly looked away) and met his eyes confidently. Before he can reply, she took a step forward.

Louis gulped and took a step backward. Why can't he just say something? His tongue felt thick in his mouth, like a force had electrocuted him from his toes to his — was he possessed? He glared at her then. Was she a demon, a witch!? A wolf in sheep's clothing!

"You look so out of place here, stranger," she said, her voice challenging, her eyes gauging him.

Stranger? Louis frowned. "I've been here for weeks. You're the stranger." Since when had he been so haughty towards a lady before? He looked away, feeling a peculiar hot sensation in his cheeks. Wasn't he used to the heat in this country? Why did he feel like he was sweating all over, like hot molten lava was melting him from the inside... And he was sure it was NOT the Holy Ghost. Oh God, forgive me!

The demoness' thick brown fringe framed her highly amused eyes as she threw her head back in laughter. He felt nervous around this woman, and he took another step back, his alarm bells ringing wildly in his ears. Flee, you imbecile, FLEE! But all he could do was tremble in his knees.

Then she smiled, and extended a hand towards him. "Who are you then?"

Father Louis, he replied in his head. What are you doing? Tell her who you are. Tell her you're Father — "Tommo," he croaked, and took her hand in his, which proved to be the biggest mistake in his life.

"Huh?" she asked, squeezing his hand, leaning a little bit closer.

It was fire. Wind. Water. Earth. The world was spinning. The world was —

"But cowards, unbelievers, the corrupt, murderers, the immoral, those who practice witchcraft, idol worshipers, and all liars — their fate is in the fiery lake of burning sulfur. This is the second death." Romans 21:8 from the New Living Translation Bible.

"I'm going to hell," he mumbled mindlessly, still staring at their joined hands. Shaking. Shaking. Shaking. When she tried to pull away, he gripped her hand harder in his. Technically, he didn't lie. Still... Louis looked up at her. "I'm... I'm Tommo."

"Tommo? What a cute name," she replied, the name from his previous life vibrating between her lips like a trigger. When she shot him a crooked smile, looking at him from her eyelashes, Louis felt like a man in quicksand. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Faith."

She might as well have said "Danger".

Oh Lord, Louis thought, have mercy.