#you know i thought about catholic sliske tho i hope

[dullahaunt]

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"'And once we are forgiven... and our innocence restored, she will return, at last, in winter’s first thaw.'”

Dust sleeps over the pews. The church moans and settles, a cold wind hushing against the windows, and Charlie sits alone where only the light of the candles can reach him, the wax melting slowly, sticky and silent. There, it lingers in the dark. Charlie succumbs to memories. 

Twenty years ago, a young pastor, sandy-haired and standing where it is now, stepped behind the pulpit. Now, never again has he seen the same pastor. He has not heard the same sermon.

His eyes are far away, and the wind whistles. It brushes against the window. “Does a man restore what he's never had?”