We need you. She remembers Gabriel trying his best to get through to her in his church all those years ago; she can see it sometimes still when he looks at her. And she knows she can do things others can't, she's seen it; others have made similar comments and on a day to day basis she gets on with it because what else can she do? Bitching about it won't change anything. Crying over it won't bring anyone back, won't allow her to get a better second chance than this one with Jesus.
She doesn't want to talk about this, doesn't want anyone outside of the fucking church to know; but whatever there is in her that would normally shrug it off, redirect them, or simply refuse to comment on it any further is just gone along with the crisp, artificial smell of fresh linen from the diffuser.
"I'd better make it count somehow, right?" is what she says anyway. If she's the one left standing, she'd better make sure she's worth something.
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Date: 2022-10-31 04:53 am (UTC)From:She doesn't want to talk about this, doesn't want anyone outside of the fucking church to know; but whatever there is in her that would normally shrug it off, redirect them, or simply refuse to comment on it any further is just gone along with the crisp, artificial smell of fresh linen from the diffuser.
"I'd better make it count somehow, right?" is what she says anyway. If she's the one left standing, she'd better make sure she's worth something.