03-21-2011, 01:32 AM
It was rare to find Jefferson within the confines of the Church these days. She often lingered within the shadowy corners of the wooden structure, surrounded by the weathered walls and multi-colored shadows cast by the stained glass windows. This place no longer served as her sanctuary. Instead, the walls seemed to loom in, the rafters seemed to hang low over her head. She felt that she could not breathe often, but her breath often stayed paralyzed in her lungs, sluggish to enter and exit her body.
Lime green eyes traced the line of pale light that illuminated the gap between the double doors to the church. She did not know what time it was. But she hoped that Jefferson would come through them soon. Her gaze lingered there intently. She had made a decision, one that she knew that she could not reverse. But she did not want to carry it out without telling him first. And although the knowledge weighed heavily on her mind, she knew that the gravity of her situation would become much worse. And of these two realities, she was only ready, and willing, to face one. She waited for him, and as time passed, she dozed and dreamed of the fog-edged things ahead of her.
Lime green eyes traced the line of pale light that illuminated the gap between the double doors to the church. She did not know what time it was. But she hoped that Jefferson would come through them soon. Her gaze lingered there intently. She had made a decision, one that she knew that she could not reverse. But she did not want to carry it out without telling him first. And although the knowledge weighed heavily on her mind, she knew that the gravity of her situation would become much worse. And of these two realities, she was only ready, and willing, to face one. She waited for him, and as time passed, she dozed and dreamed of the fog-edged things ahead of her.