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thing, but to me... I don't care, its like the force of gravity. One simply cannot help it.
Jogging up a short flight of stairs she popped open a side door and let me in. Following the path down the hallway, we turn out into the main hall of the church. Even though I come here often, it warrants a second look every time. The architectural brilliance, the high cathedral ceilings decorated in ancient paintings, telling the story of the Bible, coupled with golden trimmings and hand carved boarding around the dome. Finishing it out with a symmetrical design that eases the mind, I bet a lot of thought goes into building these places to ensure its patrons are at ease. That way they can come again and donate to our holy pastures, albeit I wouldn't mind, I've called this place home a few times.
"So?" She said with a blank stare as she took a seat on the red bench. "What did you find out?"
"Uhhh, well they definitely found something." I said after a moment of confusion that escaped me. I took a seat beside her, "some guy named Galahan was brought in. He looks high ranked."
Fatima spun in her seat, taking a look around us. “Gala-han? Why would they send him?" She said seemingly to herself.
"What, you know of him?" I said turning to her, resting my hand on the bench in front of me.
She looks up at me with defeated green eyes seemingly staring at nothing "He's only the Church's go to Captain when they want something done. He will probably be a Commander in a short few years.” Her shoulders hunched as she let out a sigh of surrender. I know what the next words from her will be, I've seen this fucking look before... "Forget it Jinn, this is too big for us now."
"Fuck that!" I yelled at her, I couldn’t help it but it pissed me off. Giving up before you ever try, only worthless scums do that. A couple in the front kneeling on their prayer boards got up and looked at me. The looks in their eyes were fairly criminal for someone praying in a Church.
"Easy." Fatima said getting up and cutting out the hall through a doorway. I followed closely behind, her pace quickened with each echoless step she made.
"You can't do this. Not this time Fatima, this is too big to let go." I try to reason with her.
"Jinn! Just drop it." She said flatly with no intention to indulge me with reason.
Grabbing her by the arm, I pulled her against the wall. I felt the muscles in her body tighten, the smell of her perfume soothed me like a baby being put to rest by a loving mother. It wasn't a sharp smell, but it was enough. "What's gotten into you?" I say, looking at her eyes. It didn't show any sign of fear, only of loyalty.
"Jinn, you need to give up on this one. Trust me." She said as I released her. "Sometimes, you just need to move onto bigger and better things. Forget the past, it'll only weigh you down." She simply walked out the door into the crowded streets and disappeared.
I stood there wondering how she does it. How does she live her life with no one but herself to carry all of her burdens. Not only was she not able to finish a conversation but she was always evading my questions and she was so closed off to the world. She always looked like she carried this huge burden on her shoulders, if only she knew I was right here to help take some of the weight off.
Taking to the night streets to cool my mind, the crowd grew larger during the nights. It's mostly due to the weather, its a much more cool affair then during the day where they call the sun the Shaytan. Making my way to the riverfront, I stopped to take it all in. My dreams of becoming somebody have been squashed like an insect. The bay area is more of a tourist attraction than anything else, you can see people of all nationalities mingling through the crowd. Lined on the waters were small boats that would take you on a tour out and around Alexandria for a unique look. I've done it once, as part of a job for
Jogging up a short flight of stairs she popped open a side door and let me in. Following the path down the hallway, we turn out into the main hall of the church. Even though I come here often, it warrants a second look every time. The architectural brilliance, the high cathedral ceilings decorated in ancient paintings, telling the story of the Bible, coupled with golden trimmings and hand carved boarding around the dome. Finishing it out with a symmetrical design that eases the mind, I bet a lot of thought goes into building these places to ensure its patrons are at ease. That way they can come again and donate to our holy pastures, albeit I wouldn't mind, I've called this place home a few times.
"So?" She said with a blank stare as she took a seat on the red bench. "What did you find out?"
"Uhhh, well they definitely found something." I said after a moment of confusion that escaped me. I took a seat beside her, "some guy named Galahan was brought in. He looks high ranked."
Fatima spun in her seat, taking a look around us. “Gala-han? Why would they send him?" She said seemingly to herself.
"What, you know of him?" I said turning to her, resting my hand on the bench in front of me.
She looks up at me with defeated green eyes seemingly staring at nothing "He's only the Church's go to Captain when they want something done. He will probably be a Commander in a short few years.” Her shoulders hunched as she let out a sigh of surrender. I know what the next words from her will be, I've seen this fucking look before... "Forget it Jinn, this is too big for us now."
"Fuck that!" I yelled at her, I couldn’t help it but it pissed me off. Giving up before you ever try, only worthless scums do that. A couple in the front kneeling on their prayer boards got up and looked at me. The looks in their eyes were fairly criminal for someone praying in a Church.
"Easy." Fatima said getting up and cutting out the hall through a doorway. I followed closely behind, her pace quickened with each echoless step she made.
"You can't do this. Not this time Fatima, this is too big to let go." I try to reason with her.
"Jinn! Just drop it." She said flatly with no intention to indulge me with reason.
Grabbing her by the arm, I pulled her against the wall. I felt the muscles in her body tighten, the smell of her perfume soothed me like a baby being put to rest by a loving mother. It wasn't a sharp smell, but it was enough. "What's gotten into you?" I say, looking at her eyes. It didn't show any sign of fear, only of loyalty.
"Jinn, you need to give up on this one. Trust me." She said as I released her. "Sometimes, you just need to move onto bigger and better things. Forget the past, it'll only weigh you down." She simply walked out the door into the crowded streets and disappeared.
I stood there wondering how she does it. How does she live her life with no one but herself to carry all of her burdens. Not only was she not able to finish a conversation but she was always evading my questions and she was so closed off to the world. She always looked like she carried this huge burden on her shoulders, if only she knew I was right here to help take some of the weight off.
Taking to the night streets to cool my mind, the crowd grew larger during the nights. It's mostly due to the weather, its a much more cool affair then during the day where they call the sun the Shaytan. Making my way to the riverfront, I stopped to take it all in. My dreams of becoming somebody have been squashed like an insect. The bay area is more of a tourist attraction than anything else, you can see people of all nationalities mingling through the crowd. Lined on the waters were small boats that would take you on a tour out and around Alexandria for a unique look. I've done it once, as part of a job for
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