Wellington Street

In which we take a stroll down a very strange lane.

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Church 1 "Escape"

There is something strange about the church here. Although it is possible to see the simple construction under the layers of new pieces, the white painted wood of the exterior framing the opulent, well crafted stained glass, the ancient bell framed by the fine, bronze roof. It is an absurd sight, mixing in a unbalanced manner the differing elements. Yet it is an embraced part of this community, and a place people have gone for generations for guidance. I have not been to a church service in a long time, but...at Lucia's insistence, I agreed to meet there. I did so in the hope I may find what others find.

I arrived soon after noon, a heavy fatigue causing me to sit on the steps for a few minutes before I could gather the energy to go inside. I didn't manage to get further sleep last night, leaving me feeling exhausted. But my heart has been running fast for days, and I doubt I could sleep even if I lay down. Walking inside, I found the interior showed little indication of the simple construction that I witnessed over half a year before. Much has been changed, the fine windows and marble floors paired with elegant pews and a new alter.

I found Lucia sitting in one of the back pews, and didn't seem to quite notice me till I sat down next to her. When she turned to look at me I could see the concern in her eyes. I suppose the conversation from the night before couldn't have been very encouraging. She gave me a hug, and I was thankful that the church was relatively empty that day. I didn't want to have to worry about anyone listening in, not while I am like this.

“I'm sorry about your parents.”

Instantly I felt the familiar lump in my throat, and I began to feel sick again. I felt a intense urge to leave, but I resisted. Not wanted to push away one of the few people I can trust here. I thanked her for the sentiment. I am not sure how loud I was, as I barely responded beyond a whisper. Regardless, she didn't ask me to repeat myself. She sighed to herself and looked around. I followed her eyes as they moved around the room, from the pillars to the windows, to the large crossbeams that criss-cross the roof.

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