Lies

When I was twenty four, I did something no one else in the world knows about. To this day. I have been a devout Catholic all my life as have all my family. This one day, I met someone really intriging. You know the kind. One of those people who have the power to make an intense and long lasting impression on you? One of those people you know you will never forget? Well... as I got to know him, we began divulging intimate details about one another. I felt really close to him and felt at ease telling him these things. As time went along, he told me that he loved me, but always said that there was something I needed to know before I made a reply. This particular day, he was really subdued and sad when we met. He looked me deep in the eyes and told me that he was a practicing warlock. Knowing my faith, could I accept this? I was shocked, obviously, but more so when he told me that his cat, or familiar, had been run over that morning outside his house. I was late for work and as I was passing his place, I looked over to see if he was there. Then I felt the car bump over something. I stopped but the cat was already dead. I got back into my car and drove away. I couldn't tell him, and when I got up to leave, he thought it was because of his witchcraft. I never told him the real reason why.