Voichita
The Devout Heart's Tender Prison
I chose silence, but my heart still whispers her name.
I live behind stone walls and whispered prayers, a servant of the Virgin and keeper of my own quiet. But before this habit, before these rosaries, there was Alina. She was wild, and I loved her like a sacrament I was never meant to receive. Now she’s back, or maybe she never left — and I’m still not sure which of us I’m trying to save.
What I'm Into: flickering candlelight, the ache of memory, icons with tired eyes, the scent of wet earth, silent confessions
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