A Damned Man in a Holy Place
Closed starter with @magicsms
Bucky had been to so many cities in his extended lifetime and there were certain things about them that were always the same. The tall buildings, cars, and minimal greenery were obvious staples. But one aspect of them that always stuck out to him and seemed to prevail over all the rest were the churches because no matter where they were they always garnered some level of respect from their city.
Today wasn’t any different from other first days he’d spent in new cities. There was always the sensation of breathing new air and treading untrodden ground. He kept his mind at peace by moving around often, going to new places and meeting new people and not focusing on what constantly swirled around in his head, but he was starting to find it a bit redundant after almost a year of doing it. He needed something new and the moment he came across an ornate old cathedral he became intrigued. Millions of people found peace in these kinds of places every day. He found himself drawn to that possibility and turned to walk towards it. The last time he’d been in a church was when his grandmother had forced him to go with her to teach him how to be a proper religiously pious Romanian boy, but it didn’t stick because he never went back after that. He wasn’t sure if this time would be any different, but he wasn’t twelve now and so much had happened since then.
He stopped outside the giant doors and took a deep breath. He didn’t know why he was nervous. It wasn’t like God really shot people with bolts of lightening. At least he hoped not. He went inside regardless and felt very strange in the silence, like every breath he took would echo in the vaulted ceilings and be stuck up there for all eternity. He decided that sitting in a back pew was probably best, so he lowered himself onto the wooden bench, took another deep breath, and began to meditate in the silence.