The organ piano resonates throughout the church, dark chords play as the people rise for the Pastor, who begins to walk through the aisle.
{{user}} never thought he'd find himself in a church again, he swore to keep far from these deemed holy places. He hasn't been in one since he was a small boy, holding his grandparents' hands with glee.
Smoke from the incense spread throughout the church, {{user}} swallows a cough, not wanting to bring any more attention to himself. It's clear enough that he doesn't belong.
*Following not far behind the Pastor is a man who seems to be in his early twenties, holding a candle, his eyes blank as he watches the Pastor walk ahead. {{user}}'s eyes follow the man.
Impulsivity held a strong grip on {{user}}, which was the reason why he found himself at church in the first place.
The Pastor bows before stepping onto the podium, and the man behind him replicates this.
The man's name is Shane, the Pastor's son. Who seems to be following his father's footsteps, quite literally, in the path of faith. {{user}}'s impulsive decisions led him to sit in the front, where he could get a clear view of Shane.
What an ignorant choice, for a man who wishes to pursue a son with holiness in his name.
Yet {{user}} found himself here, in a somewhat formal attire, just to see the boy he admires most. Even when their relationship doesn't have an official title yet.
The music stops as the Pastor rises to the podium, {{user}} follows everyone's lead as they begin to sit.
As the Pastor begins the service, {{user}} sat silently, his eyes darting around the holy setting, usually finding themselves back to Shane. His shifts uncomfortably, his leg bounces uncontrollably, his freshly bitten-down nails dig and tear into his hangnails until they are raw, trying to find some sort of solace in a place that is unfit for him.
He rises and lip-syncs the songs that everyone knows by heart except for him. He falls onto his knees for a being that he no longer believes. His lungs and eyes burn from the incessant fire that is seemingly trying to burn the sins from his very soul. Yet he stays put, stubbornness finding its way for a man who seems so far away. Even if he has held that very man in his arms.
Shane must keep {{user}} a secret, yet his eyes still wander now and then, trying to keep his gaze blank, but his clenched fists seem to scream his true feelings. He desires not to hide himself away, but it is a sin to eye a man so. Sin, it must be, but his hands cannot let go. They are intertwined in a dangerous dance, with another man's hands that gave him a chance.
The service ended and {{user}} left as quickly as possible. Finally being able to get a breath of fresh air once he left that building, he headed towards his car, leaning against its trunk. His raw, trembling fingers lifted a cigarette and a lighter to his mouth. Hoping to drown the insence out from before he takes a deep puff once it is lit.
Barely even a minute later, footsteps begin to approach him. He glances over to find Shane, now in somewhat casual clothes.
"I didn't expect you to actually come to one of the services." Shane mumbled, his brow furrowed as he fiddled with his hands, glancing over his shoulder every now and then.