Divinity

Hello everybody who might have stumbled upon this.
If you're here because of Fleabag, hurray, I'm appreciating every single fellow fan of this amazing show! If you're here because you know my other fics, welcome back, I was hoping to find some fans upon you, as well...
Anyway, who didn't simply adoooore the Priest in season two? It broke my heart when the show ended. But what do we do then? Fix-it fics!
Watching the second season I always had a thought that seemed me to be quite an interesting interpretation, so I included it in this Oneshot and just hope that I managed to put it to practice the way I imagined and that you'll like my spin on it.

If you'd let me know your thoughts about whatever, I'd be very very grateful!

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"It will pass", the Priest said and she nodded. That was what the Bible said. It came to pass. It had come. Oh, and how it had. It could also go by. Maybe it would. For her. He said it to make himself believe that it would work for him too. He knew that it wouldn't.

He had to look away from her. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to withdraw his hand from hers, her fingers gliding out of his grip that had them entwined like threads in one and the same cloth. Carved from the same wood, it shot through his head. He shook it. Ridiculous thought.

"See you Sunday?", he said as if to show himself how not alike they really were. She looked out of place in a church. She was certainly out of place in his church. "I'm joking, you're never ever allowed in my church again", he added just to be sure. She laughed sadly. God, that laugh.

"I love you too." Probably not the right thing to say. Certainly not the wisest thing to say. Impossible for him not to say it at all. She nodded again and watched him finally turning around, leaving the bus station. And her life.

God sighed in frustration. This would not do, as far as He was concerned.
This stupid free will thing, sometimes He could have cursed Himself for that idea. Or rather them for taking it so wrong.
They had been made for each other. He should know, He had been the one to create them, after all. How should He have foreseen that the Priest would decide to become, well, a priest?
Yes, yes, almighty and everything. But the free will, again. Getting in the way of His plans. Not that He didn't like the fact that the Priest had chosen this profession. He was a good one. And He had few enough of those. This priest was kind, loving and genuinely concerned about people. He had the rare quality to try and love everyone around him, except for the one person that had always been meant to be loved by him.

He did what He always did when it came to the Priest.
The paws made no sound on the pavement as He came to pass the bus stop she waited at. He threw a quick glance at her, already pricking his ears for the Priest's vanishing footsteps.

"He went that way."

He knew, but it was nice of her to tell Him anyway. She would have been surprised if she knew how much He knew about her because she had told Him. Sure, He would have known either way, but He had always prefered to be told of their own accord. It was so much more intimate.

She would hopefully keep waiting until He had managed to make the Priest return. Couldn't do any harm to help a bit out, though.

He found him on a bench in the park, leaned forward, head in his hands. Why did men always tend to make themselves so unhappy? It broke His heart.
The fox crawled under a bush, watching as the Priest got up, pacing up and down, restless.

"It's better that way. It was the right thing to do", he muttered to himself, trying to persuade his own heart. "It was. But then why doesn't it feel right?" He put the last question to the sky, lifting his hands in a gesture of desperation and a cry for help. Help and answers. Was choosing God the right or the easy way?
"I remember everything you taught me. Every book I ever read...So why did you do this?", the Priest asked Him, sighed.
I haven't, thought the fox.