BORN TO DIE ── charlie mayhew.
The week drags on in a blur, but the moments I spent with Father Charlie linger in my mind. Each day, I remind myself that keeping things light and friendly is what's best for both of us. I try to push aside the feelings, but the truth is that I miss him— his warmth, his laughter, the way he makes even the most boring conversations feel significant.As Friday rolls around, I find myself tidying my small apartment, aimlessly rearranging cushions and fluffing pillows. It's a distraction from the nagging thoughts of Charlie, but deep down, I know it's more than just his absence; it's the subtle, undeniable attractionl I feel toward him. I tell myself that I'm doing fine, that being friends is enough for now, but a part of me aches for more.
Later that evening, I hear a knock at my door, and my heart leaps unexpectedly. I check the clock— it's still early, and I wasn't expecting anyone. When I open the door, I'm met with the sight of Father Charlie, standing there in his casual clothes, a soft smile on his face.
"Hey y/n," he greets, his voice warm and inviting. "I figured I'd check in on you. I haven't seen you around since Sunday at church."
A rush of emotions floods over me—relief, surprise. "Oh! Hi, Charlie," I say, stepping aside to let him in. "I didn't think you'd come by."
"I know it's been a while," he says, glancing around my living room as he enters. "I just wanted to make sure you're okay. You seemed a bit distant after the drive."
I feel a pang of guilt at his words. "Yeah, I've been... busy, I guess. Just trying to figure some things out." I avoid his gaze, suddenly aware of how honest I've just been.
He nods, his expression thoughtful. "I get that. Life can get overwhelming. But I want you to know that you can talk to me about anything."
I take a breath, the weight of his concern hanging heavy in the air. "Thank you, really. I appreciate it. I've just been trying to focus on myself and keep things simple."
He tilts his head slightly, studying me. "I understand, but it's okay to lean on someone sometimes, too. You don't have to go through everything alone."
I meet his gaze, the sincerity in his eyes stirring something inside me. "I know. It's just... I've enjoyed our time together, and I think I was trying to convince myself that —" feeling the truth of it wash over me I stop before finishing that sentence.
A flicker of something passes across his face. "I don't want you to feel like you have to distance yourself from me."
The honesty in his words resonates deeply. "I just thought it might be easier... less complicated." I say barely above a whisper, my heart racing.
He steps closer, the space between us shrinking. "as long as you're okay, that's what matters to me."
I nod, feeling a warmth spread through me. "I'm okay. Really. Just... figuring things out."
Charlie smiles softly, a light in his eyes that makes my heart skip. "Well, I'm here now. How about we grab some coffee and catch up? I could use a good conversation."
I can't help but smile back, feeling the tension ease just a bit. "I'd like that."
As we head out together, the familiar comfort of his presence washes over me. And for the first time this week, I feel a little lighter.
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