An: Response to a prompt and asked how anyone wanted this to carry on or if anyone wanted to write their own response to this
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It was a moment and a thought that had been bothering her for the past few weeks, even more so than her recently discovered illness. She had been in enough of a muddle with her thoughts already - he'd only added to her questioning.
They'd been sat in the car in silence for the past half an hour and it was starting to get uncomfortable and she hated the fact they'd gotten to this point. She found herself breaking the silence with the question that was at the front of her mind.
"Why did you kiss my hand?"
He looked over to her for a second knowing there was no way of avoiding the question, no where to hide or runaway.
"I'm sorry."
"Just, tell me."
"I let my feelings get the better of me." He kept his eyes on the road not sure if he wanted to see her reaction to his words.
"Your feelings?"
He breathed deeply. "Yes. I'm sorry. Forget it. I shouldn't have done or said anything."
"You regret it?"
He wasn't sure what her tone of voice was saying. "I...I don't know..."
They said nothing for a moment.
"Sister Bernadette I..." They arrived at the Sanatorium and he stopped the car.
"You what, Doctor?"
"I can't tell you what you want to know. I wish I could but I can't. If I did I'm not sure I could control what I felt, I'm not sure my words could ever be forgiven. I don't wish to upset you anymore than I have already by my own selfish actions..."
"Doctor, sometimes the truth hurts, but you did not upset me. I just want to know..."
"I did it because I realised what I felt about you and I couldn't help myself. I pray God can forgive, you can forgive me. I didn't think about your vows I just thought about myself and how I would give anything for you not to be a nun..." He sighed realising he was rambling. "But you are and I respect the life you want."
The young Sister blinked. "I know you do, Doctor, but..."
"But what, Sister?"
"I'm not sure it is the life I want anymore..."
He held her gaze.