In the evening, once Julian was in bed, Rosalie took place in the kitchen with a hot latte. Sam wished her a good evening, as usual, before going to the door.
- Wait, -she called out. - Tonight ... I would like you to stay ...
Sam arched an eyebrow at the pretty blonde and his heart thudded strangely in his chest.
- Of course, -he said, sitting down in the second chair.
- Earlier you spoke... about my landlord...
Sam instinctively clenched his fist on the table.
- That disgusting jerk... -Sam whispered with a pout. - And a crook above all ...
- Are you... is it thanks to you that...
- You mean who found out how he connected the two apartments? Yes...
- And you told Julian who told Louison, right? - Rosalie finished. But how did you know he was responsible for this?
- Actually I discovered it by chance, -Sam explained. - I had been to his house several times to "play ghost". I wanted to bother his life... I didn't...
He swallows. He didn't want to pour himself out, not to open his heart, but Rosalie's softness enveloped him and he felt at ease.
- I couldn't stand the way he looked at you.
Rosalie felt her cheeks flush.
- Thank you, Sam. Really, -she said softly.
- You're welcome.
- Is there anything else you have already done for us?
- Well... actually... the punch to the little boy at school....
- Sam!
- Hey, -he cried, raising his arms, - I just showed him how to defend himself that's all...
- Hm... The "shelf-defense" , eh? -She said with a slight smile, bringing her cup to her lips.
Sam looked at her and couldn't hold his smile from stretching. Rosalie was truly an exceptional woman, and her every reaction still came to surprise him. It was different. She was different ...
***
On Monday evening, Rosalie settled down as usual at her sewing. She felt both happy and embarrassed to bring up the subject of the next sin.
- Lust is lubricious sin, - she laughs. - He doesn't feel any love, he just wants to satisfy his cravings. It's even the opposite of love, it's a heartbreaker!
- Certainly, Lust refuses to attach himself to anyone and multiplies relationships without a future, - Sam explained. - But it is not because he likes it, no, it is in spite of himself that he multiplies them.... It is just easier to let go than to take the risk of getting attached and being abandoned afterwards.
- We always come back, like the others, to this fear of abandonment.
- Who doesn't feel it?
Sam was right. Only some people were devoid of this fear. Rosalie had been feeling much better since Julian was born. She felt like essential for at least one human being in this world. Always appreciated for what she did for him. Rewarded by his unconditional love, which she returned to him.
- Have you also shown Lust? -she asked without looking up from the hem she was sewing.
She swallowed, waiting for a few seconds for the answer Sam could barely formulate.
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The Sin of Love
FantasyAnd 71! Only a few more children he will have to be the Imaginary Friend of, and Sam, deceased for 150 years, will get rid of his sins and will finally be able to rest in peace. His sins? No. His SIN. The only original sin: Love. Unless while taking...