𝓕ᵃᵗʰᵉʳ'ˢ 𝓟ᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ 𝓛ⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ 𝓖ⁱʳˡ

X | II

TRIGGER WARNING
-dubious consent
-blasphemy

★・・・★

CHAPTER — II
part ten

THE FIRST thing you did when you woke up was pray. You'd prayed at least twice a day since your mosquito accident, it helped put your mind at peace. You were entrusting all your worries to god, faithfully believing that he was going to help you.

You then got ready, ate breakfast and then headed to church, with your entire family this time. It reminded you of how you used to go together before the accident that took the life of your grandmother and aunt happened.

If you were honest with yourself, you'd admit that you were a bit nervous about wether or not your life in this new town would be the same as the one in the village you previously lived in, unlike your father promised. It was probably the reason why you felt so relieved when your father announced after breakfast that you'd go to church, in a natural way as if it was absurd of you to even doubt otherwise.

You entered the church and sat down, you had arrived a little bit later than last time, meaning that they were significantly a lot more people inside already. It seemed like you were over whatever type of nerves had you breaking out in cold sweats in this very spot the week prior. You didn't feel any type of fright—only excitement. Now that you remember it, it was probably the only time you truly felt happy before it happened. You had your father, your mother and faith alongside you, somehow, you felt protected.

"I am happy that you all came." your heard a familiar baritone voice say, " Please, have a good time." he sounded sincere enough. You all looked to watch Father Fushiguro come your way, clad in black pants and a black shit, as usual.

Your father stood up to greet him, "Good morning, father."

Father Fushiguro bowed, "Ah, Mr.___, hello."

You wondered briefly where your father and Father Fushiguro could've met without you knowing.

"Thank you for taking care of my daughter when she fell unconscious," he continued with a strained voice, like even pronouncing the words hurt him.

"Don't mention it. I did what everybody else would've done."

Right, your father did mention that he would come to take you at 10pm if you weren't back home before that, you guessed he must've found you, passed out with Father Fushiguro... you carefully peeked up at him to see his green eyes already on you.

Father Fushiguro then gave you a smile that didn't chill you down to your very core, but instead, lit you up in ways you didn't think were possible.

Was he this attractive before ?

You felt grateful for him, and also a bit embarrassed to have burdened him with taking care of you... you also assumed he must've been the one to bandage your knees. Your cheeks felt warm and you didn't fight it, instead basked in the fuzzy and giddy feeling taking over you when you looked at him.

What an admirable Father he was.

At that time, the dreaded book that you had buried at the very back of the bag clutched to your sides was long forgotten.

The rest of the mass was spent in the same daydream-like daze. You looked, or more like gawked at Father Fushiguro, really taking him in. His voice was rough and low but his words soft and warm, you didn't know how you could've ever been scared of him.

Time passed by quickly, and before you realized it, it was over. Father Fushiguro was bidding his goodbyes to everyone after singing a final song. Your father hurried to put his coat back on next to you, urging you and your mother to do the same and you wondered why he was in such a hurry.