here's the introduction i just posted the most interesting part, atleast to me @janellion
The night was unusually gloomy. Maybe, it was the fog. Maybe, it was because tonight is the night he decided to go through with his plan. Bennett was on a search for someone. He didn't know who exactly, but he felt drawn to Vancouver. So later that night, he purchased a one-way ticket, so he could figure out what enticed him to go to this specific place.
He thought that he might find a job or go to college since he did not have any true expectations for the journey. Bennett had no idea about the city he is going to, nor had any idea about the pain that it held.
After he packed his bag full of the basic essentials, he drove to the airport; he was incredibly nervous, so much so that he kept tapping the wheel every time someone would get on his tail. Ben did not want this trip to go wrong, he did not want to accidentally do something moronic and never come home.
It was a few hours from when he first left New York, it is roughly a four-hour flight and he had about an hour to an hour and a half left. There was this young child that kept screaming, which resulted in a horrible migraine only halfway through the trip. Bennett already wanted to have some sort of alcoholic drink, however, the unspoken rule is to not drink while in the air.
He groaned as the young child kept getting louder and louder; his head pounded, the pain becoming sharper and heavier. Ben put his head in his hands, rubbing his temples trying to calm the ache. It was mind-blowing how a toddler could scream at the top of their lungs for a continuous two hours.
“Ma’am,” he said, gesturing to the nearby flight attendant. “Could I get a pink lemonade? Thank you.”
It took a long time to get to Vancouver, but Bennett knew it would be worth it. He knew that he went for a reason, even if he did not exactly know why at the very moment.
There were remnants of a light snow still on the streets and lawns. He admired the cozy neighborhood, it was strewn with Christmas lights and decorations. It looked like it came straight out of a Hallmark movie; it just looked fake.
He kept walking until he saw a church having a service; he thought it’d be nice to go to church again, since he was not able to attend for a while. Actually, he felt an urge to go, like he was being drawn to it.
As he walked up the steps, he saw things he wish he really had not; it seemed as if there was blood splatters on the steps, but the rest of the guests did not seem to see it. He was seeing minor flaws that everyone else could not see. What was up with that?
Bennett saw a young woman, around the age of 19, walking around in a long dark dress. It covered every part of her body the Bible would consider inappropriate to show someone of the opposite sex. It was just funny, seeing someone actually following the Bible to a perfect T.
“I see your attention is drawn to Lydia,” the man put his hand on Bennett’s shoulder. “She’s in dire need of friends. Go talk to her.”
Bennett nodded and he followed her into a small back room where she then sat, facing him. As soon as she saw him, she got up and looked him dead in the eye, chuckling as his eyes went to the floor.
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