Silence filled the church as a small auburn haired man filed through some of his work. Samuel Seabury was a fifty three year old bishop, located in Connecticut. He lived alone with his son Charles Seabury, who was a young twelve year old with poofy amber like his father, freckles and crystal blue eyes that mirrored his mothers. Samuel huffed as he set his papers under his podium, resting his head down on his arms. He stared out over the church, lost in his own thoughts, looking to be waiting, waiting for something that would never come to him, a letter.
Even if it had almost been a year, the bishop was still waiting for a letter from a past lover, Charles Lee. Charles had been a general in the continental army during the war, maybe the one man in the army Samuel didn't have a distaste for. The two had met soon after the war had began and became very infatuated with each other. Over the coarse of the war the two would write letters to each other expressing their love and desire to be to together when the war ended, however that wouldn't come to be. Just a year before the war ended Charles caught a terrible disease that would take away his life, that would take Sams lover.
Sam felt tears brim at the edges of his eyes and he had to quickly shake the thought away to not lose himself. He rubbed his face softly, pinching the bridge of his nose. His eyes flew open when he heard noises coming from outside of the church. Curiosity over came him and he stepped down to the lower floor and silently made his way to the front door.
He slowly pushed open the rickety door and stepped out slightly, eyes lighting up slightly at the sight. It was a celebration for the victory of the war, people cheered and shared their joy and affections with each other. It had been a week since the war came to and end and people were still cheering on, it made sense though, an eighteen year war finally paying off. Back when the war first started, Sam resented the war and wanted to stay as far away from it as he could, though he had been very vocal on his opinion on the war, which only got him flack. Thinking back on it, he didn't know why he was so outspoken on the matter, maybe he was scared of the war, maybe he just didn't want anything bad to happen to anyone, maybe he just hated the change. He sighed, continuing to watch peoples joy as they went down the streets. Its not like it mattered now, now he just went with the flow, and tried to mind his own business. He blinked slightly in confusion when a blue coat caught his eye, it reminding him of the coats that the continental soldiers wear. He felt his heart sink again as he was reminded of Charles, leaning back slightly against the door. His eyes widened when he could of sworn he saw the person who the coat belonged too. That can't be right, he looked just like him, but that's not possible, Charles was gone. Maybe his mind was just messing with him, he rubbed his eyes, yes that had to be what was happening. He looked back up and the figure was gone. He sighed and turned to walk back inside.
Samuel glanced up when he saw a small figure running by and into his office. "Charles?" He asked out, walking to his office and walking inside. He looked down to see his son rummaging through his drawers, seeming to be looking for something. "What're you doing son?" Samuel asked with genuine confusion as to why his son was looking though his things. "Nothing dad" He said simply before continuing to look through everything. Sam narrowed his eyes slightly and walked over, pulling Charles hands out of the drawer, "hey, you don't have permission to go through my things" He said with a little force, but trying not to sound too angry, because he wasn't he just didn't want Charles finding things he didn't need to see.
Charles whined, "but father, I need to find some letters" Sam blinked, still completely confused, "my letters? which letters? and why?" He murmured, suspicious of what was happening. "I need your letters to my friend" Okay that cleared up nothing, Sam thought as he set Charles hand in his lap, "What friend Charles? I've never written to a friend of yours" Charles shook his head, "He told me you did, he wants to see the letters again" Sam rubbed his face, "who is your friend Charlie?" he asked, really wanting him to clarify this. "Charles Lee" Sam's face dropped as he stared down at his son with wide eyes, "How do you know about him?" Charles blinked and looked at Samuel, "I've spoken to him" Sam shook his head, resting his hands on his lap, "Charlie, that's not possible, he's dead.." he choked slightly as he tried to get those last words out, shaking his head as he refused to cry in front of his kid. Charles frowned, "No..? he's right next to you" Sam blinked and looked around before back at his son, "This isn't funny Charlie" Charles huffed, "I'm serious! he's right there! He has brown hair, eyes and is wearing a blue coat!" Sam let out a small whimper, it didn't make any sense, he never told his son about Charles, he shouldn't know his name let alone what he looks like. Sam rubbed his eyes, putting his hands over his face trying to think of a logically reason for this. Charles huffed slightly, continuing to look through the drawer till he found a stack of letters signed by Charles Lee. He took them and stood up before walking out. Sam glanced up as he watched the other leave, not even saying anything, he didn't even know what he could say. He just sat on the ground and started to weep.
