It had been a long week, filled with an odd and prevalent sense of longing. Olivia realized what her
It had been a long week, filled with an odd and prevalent sense of longing. Olivia realized what her heart was crying out for three days after the feeling started, and has mentally paced over the decision for another three after. It was the Veil, the one she tried on as a joke. It was only a scarf, how could it cause such a deep hole in her that so passionately wished to be filled? Images of herself proudly wearing a Niqab haunted her; yet, they also calmed her. When she indulged in the fantasies of such a future, she felt at peace with herself. On the seventh day, one week since her cries to be Veiled silently started, she wandered the town in search of any woman who was Veiled. It was a long search, one where she took in all the beauty of the world, where the sun warmed her and the paths before her were clear. It wasn’t until an hour passed that she came across a woman who walked so proudly Veiled, and with a tinge of desperation in her voice, asked for help.“Yes indeed, Sister.” The Veiled woman answered the plea, her eyes locked onto Olivia’s. The woman held out a hand, which Olivia gladly accepted. They walked off to a small park, talking about life and the choices made to meet like this. The woman knew the Olivia desired to be a Sister from the look in her eyes, and she was overjoyed to help her embrace the Veil and Sisterhood. -- source link
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