What I Wouldn't give To Be In Church This Sunday
a/n: ethel cain x sunday yes please!!! I had a vision i hope yoou see it
Tw: religous themes
-- now playing: Sun Bleached Flies - ethel cain
Sunday sat in the church pews, it was empty, decrepit, hollow, and smelled of mildew. The smell was the same but the feeling was different, his father wasn't there to lecture them on salvation. His mother wasn't flirting with the pastors beneath his father, most importantly- you weren't there.
You two were nothing and everything to each other.
Your family went every Sunday in their best clothes, and ready to share the word of god along with a few bites of breakfast. You sat in the pew behind him, often tapping his shoulder and whispering to each other; or even passing notes on where to meet after.
Your family and his grew close, visiting each other for dinner and holidays.
Where scandalous hand holding beneath the table, kissing him on the cheek when the door was open, sitting alone together. Things they felt sinful to do, all his life Sunday was taught to do everything in his power to avoid temptation. And he was good until you joined, that's when he knew what real temptation was.
The temptation to hold your hand, and be with you forever. Help you with your journey to him and not god, help you stray from the sheltered live you lived (like he was any better). He flushed with any touch or words from you, he wasn't used to any romantic anything outside of the books he buried himself in. Or the occasional hallmark movie his mother watched.
You and him often escaped to an abandoned house in the outskirts of town, talking and dreaming of a life that couldn't be.
You two dreamed of a life together, until you disappeared. No letter, no goodbye, no traces left in your former home. Just gone, when you left he realized he believed in nothing. If god was truly real, why would he take the one thing keeping him in that church.
Life wasn't the same when you left, he left the church once eventually gaining the courage to leave the town. Where Sunday was gone for decades, until he heard his back water town. Was now a ghost town, everything left to rot- returning to nature.
Which is where he sat often times, thinking of everything that happened in that lifetime. All of the scandals that followed his family, and his first love.
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Hsr masterlist!
was gonna read my old hsr work to refernce back but i cant even open that post omg 😭😭😭 also v short bc i dont have the attention span to make it longer and i ran out of ideas😂😂😂
(i switched music platforms again so im using tidal wave!!! no more song links sorey T^T)
