Naira was never one for schoolwork, and as the weeks went by, her grades steadily deteriorated. She would spend hours with Credence, going to the movies, riding bikes, and singing karaoke at the local bar. Despite her best intentions, she could not keep up with her studies, and her grades were beginning to suffer.
"Alright, I can only miss one more class, then I'll tell him I won't be able to see him as much as I want to," she thinks, "aw, he's gonna be so heartbroken." She pouts, understanding this moment would be inevitable.
She sighs, pulling her phone out of her pajama pant pocket. Quickly dialing Credence's number, she waits for him to pick up, tapping her foot on the cold bathroom floor. He answers, and before she can find the right words, he speaks.
"Sup, I'm helping out at church today. You can tag along if you wanna," he suggests as he answers.
"You go to church?" Naira asks curiously since she hadn't pegged him to be the religious type.
Credence chuckles. "If you're asking if I believe in a God, then eh... but that's not the reason I'm here. I'm not really the churchy type; shit creeps me out. The pastor doesn't have me pay rent for my room here, so I try to help out as much as I can when I'm not too busy," he explains.
"Look at you being all generous! You're a sweet guy, you know that?" she replies, nodding as if he could see her.
"And one of many talents," he hits back, making her cheeks glow red.
"I'll be there," she answers.
As the call ends, she slips into an ankle-length black skirt with a white blouse and then steps into black ankle boots. She grabs her keys from her dresser and makes her way to the church.
"Oh, wow," she whispers, astonished at the sight. Naira stands in awe of the grand cathedral-style building she finds herself in. Its walls are adorned with intricate designs, while magnificent crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a gentle, warm glow throughout the space. She notices a few elderly people seated on the mahogany wood pews, deep in conversation. When the elderly folks spot her, one gives her a warm and inviting smile. Naira smiles at them, lowering her head slightly as she does so.
"Well, what do you think?" a familiar voice says behind her. He places a warm kiss on her neck, which melts her entirely.
Credence spins her around, causing Naira to smile and kiss him before answering. "Don't know what I expected, but this is pretty dang snazzy."
"It is," he replies, tucking her hair behind her ears. "Follow me; there's someone I want you to meet," he adds. As they walked, all she could hear were the heels of their shoes echoing all around the building; she looked up in disbelief at the grand structure. She had ridden past this edifice while riding the trolley on her way back from university many times, but she never expected it to be as grand and exquisite as it was. She could hardly believe anyone could build such a structure, and the cost involved had to have been astronomical.
"Is this her?" a teenager asks with a kind smile and white eyes before standing up and offering his pale white hand Naira.
She was entranced by his eyes but jolted back to her senses and shook his hand. His hand was soft and delicate. "Damn, that's soft. Feels like a princess's hand. Has this kid ever worked a day in his life?" she thinks to herself.
"You're beautiful. I can see why Credence hasn't been able to stop talking about you," the teenager said, smiling at the lovebirds and punching Credence on his arm softly and playfully. At this, Credence rolls his eyes with a sheepish smile while rubbing the back of his neck.
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Pondbell: Coldblooded (Ongoing)
Fantasy"If I'd just killed him when I first met him, if I had warned her just in time, how many lives would I have saved? How much heartache could have been prevented?" What would you do if you were living in a world where werewolves, vampires, elves, merf...
