her family took us to church today, at seven o'clock. don't know why it was so early, but the sky was peaceful and like some divine power sat down and stitched calm into it. her little brother in his blue sweater was fast asleep in the backseat. we were holding hands in the backseat, her mother's rattling blue van with broken heating, defenseless against January's cold.
the church was nearly deserted, just a few handful of people. they piled into her pew and prayed. i didn't know what to do. i don't believe in God.these girls need nameS LMAO I am so bad at picking names + appearances but I know the protagonist's girlfriend is black because she's based off a girl in my French class who's really pretty.
the song is lack of color by death cab for cutie. The media box is bugging out so here's a link: https://youtu.be/jduFDgIr598ike . I like the feel of it for this chapter.
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