oo.real darkness is more than just a lack of light.
THEME SONG;
SKINNY LOVE - BON IVER
❝ [I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall.] ¡! ❞
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❛ I like silence,
for I've learned that
not everyone who
listens to you
can understand
your soul.❞
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The church was surrounded by trees, which gave it a calming and peaceful sensation, the building was long with a triangular shaped form, with burgundy bricks surroundings, the windows seemed to be a tinted crystal glass that was designed with blues and a red color. Men and women were entering the church with a serious face and some kind of anticipation to finally feel closer with their god.
Then she arrived, with a black long coat, a black pair of boots and the darkest expression on her face. There was not a hint of anticipation, not a hint of faith waiting to be shown. Just thoughts and pictures of all her sins. No ounce of the calming atmosphere touched her. She was only filled with the smell of dying flowers. The light breeze tried to wash over it, with a lilac perfume and a scent of magnolia blossoms. But the burned incense had settled among the worshipers bent forward in wooden pews. But she could only feel like she was suffocating. The air passing through her lungs was not enough.
But it had to be. It was enough for him. The man next to her, with the pale face. He wanted to pray. He wanted to feel closer to god. He wanted to be saved. He didn't have much time left.
So she banished the smoke and breathed through the mouth.
Kneel down, and pray. Repeat. Listen to the priest try to save your soul.
