A Collection of Short/Long Stories I've Written;

Becoming Ronnie: 28.

“Forgive me father,” the woman next to me mumbled, “for I have sinned.”

“Forgive me father—”

“For I have sinned.” Another woman chanted as one-by-one people stood up to make a cross in-front of their body and pray to the lord from the stain-glass window.

I looked up at the priest, before making the symbol of the cross myself. The father looked at me and frowned as he noticed my hand with my tattoo.

I didn’t say the chant, instead nodded my head respectfully before sitting down.

My mother hissed in my ear. “Why didn’t you say the—”

“Words of forgiveness? I have nothing to sin.”

“Everyone sins.”

“Yes.” I replied. “We all know that. You especially.”

“Veronica—”

“Don’t speak, mother.” I replied. “The priest wants to say his words.”

***

“Where are you going?” my mother asked as I hurried out of the church.

“Out.”

“With who?”

I whistled down one of the many yellow taxi’s that were always dotted around the city.

“I’m going to meet someone.”

“But we’re going to the park.” The mother replied, as I opened the door.

“No. I’m going to the park.”

“What? We always go to the park.”

“Hey!” the taxi driver shouted. “Are you getting in?”

“Put the metre on.” I snapped, before turning back to my mom.

“Veronica—”

“Things change mom. We shouldn’t do what we always do, all the time. I want some space.”

“But—”

“I’ll see you later, mother.”

“Ver—”

I clambered in and shut the door before anything else could be said.

“Where too, miss?”

“Central park.” I replied before sinking back into my seat. I didn’t use my manners, and was grimacing at myself for it, but of well. We shouldn’t do everything we do all the time.

***

*Dylan’s POV*

“There’s a cute little coffee shop on Wall Street. I want to take you there one day.”

“Why?” She asked, tapping her fingers on her stomach. She was lying down, letting the sun sink into her skin. Her eyes were closed.

“I just like it.” 

“Okay.” She replied, as if were nothing. It was nothing. But I’m still surprised she took it so lightly.

I watched her. I don’t know when, but in the space of time I had spent with her, I realised she wasn’t just my friend. I had only just know her for just a little under a week and already I wanted .to spend every day with her. Something just clicked. I wanted her to be in my life forever. No matter what she wanted to change about herself.

“Stop staring at me.”

“What?” I asked.

“Your staring at me.”

“How do you know?”

“I just know.”

“Sorry.” I mumbled, clearing my throat. I looked away, not wanting her to become suspicious because of my gaze.

“Well…” she said after a moment.

“What? I’m not looking at you!”

“I thought you wanted to go to the coffee shop?”

“I do.” I replied.

“Well what are we waiting for?” She stood up and I looked up at her, her body blocking the sun from my eyes.

“What?”

“We’re going. Now.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Of course. You want to go, so I want to go.”

I smiled as I looked up at her beautiful face. I was going to take her to the place my parents always took me. Every Sunday. It was the best memory I had, and not I was sharing it with the best person in my life.

She held up her hand for me to take to get up, and after I did, I didn't let go.