Stutter~ Ryden (Finished)

4.

Today we went to church again. Like every Sunday. My family is really religious, except me, who stopped believing in god with all that happens around me.

But I still kinda liked the church. Before everything started, everyone was greeting everybody, shaking hands, talking about the week. Everyone was so happy here, seeing their friends again. The people here were connected to  what they believe. It's a nice thing people being connected.

A small smile, the first one after months, appeared on my face while watching everyone talk. But it disappeared again when the priest started to talk. Now comes the boring part. The part I literally hated.

After an hour of sitting and listening my family stood up and went to the priest to talk a bit. They always did that.

But the real reason I like Sundays is that I'm going to see him again. Maybe just for a few seconds but it's worth it. His honey brown eyes match perfectly to his chestnut colored hair. God really did a great job creating this man.

He was the son of the priest and he always came on the Sundays to his dad, talking about school and stuff. And every time he passes me he flashes me a smile. One day he also said hi to me and asked me how I am. I just mumbled a good, not wanting him to hear my stutter. I think I'll never forget this conversation, eventhough it were just a few words but his voice was the most beautiful sound I ever heard.

Now I waited for him to come to his dad and giving me his smile again. I was nervously tapping my feed against the floor and my eyes flew over the whole crowd.

And then I saw him. He was really tall, but not too tall. He also was really skinny, I'm not that much into muscular guys to be honest. His eyes were the shiniest thing I saw in this church and I couldn't get my eyes from him.

His lips formed a smile when he saw my face and I also had to smile back.

"Hey dad!", he said standing next to the priest.

"Ah, I already wondered when you'll come, Ryan", he said hugging his son tight. They had such a good connection. Sometimes I wished I also could hug my dad like that. It's not like he doesn't want to. No, it's more that it would be awkward hugging him. I mean, we are on good terms but not that close.

We said our goodbyes and went home. I was a bit disappointed as always that we had to go so early. But what should I do else. I can't talk to him. It would be too embarassing, what if he laughs about me like the rest does?

The only thing I could do now is wait for a whole week to see Ryan Ross again.

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