Mar 31, 2014
Sunday, Bloody Sunday | Alex and Rhea
Sunday. A day for worship and rest, for the religious to praise their almighties. Verses from ancient books read to comfort and inspire, to lift up broken spirits.
Rhea glowered at her desk, unable to focus on.. anything, really. She didn't used to mind Sundays - they'd always been another day to her, at least until recently. But now? If the week became six days, she wouldn't mind. She'd actually be glad.
"What good is a god anyway." She muttered, unaware of Alex's presence nearby.