Let Your Light Shine Through Me

[adam]

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Work was a drone of a day which he was quite content on actually leaving for once since he was bored. There was nothing to do also no one to help so he shut down he shop early and went for a walk. Since it was nearly sun down he knew there was not many things to do at home other then watch television. Such a waste of time he thought so he shunned away the thought of that and thought to do something else. Putting away his reading glasses into his office desk he grabbed his suit jacket then head out. Locking up the shop to make sure that no one was going to break in. Though who would want to break into a electronics repair shop, he was not sure, but could be possible. Some people were so unpredictable now a days so he was being safe of course, logical enough. Once he was all locked up he shoved his keys into his pockets.

A small sniffle came from him since he was kind of sick with a cold because of all the cold, which sucks to be him. But he would survive, he was nearly better just had a stuffy nose. Wrapping his coat around him since it was a little nippy cold outside and at the same time thinking where to go. Finally the bells just hit him, where else would be go, the same thing he always did in his lone life. His eyes looked down at his wedding ring which still fit him and he sighed deeply. Hard to let go? Yes it was so hard to let go which he just hasn't want to let go for a long time. He wasn't really sure how to do it so he just didn't even bother at all to go out really other then home, work and church. Sometimes he would go to dinner but it would be a rare occasion for he liked to be home alone.

Watch some pointless television then fall asleep just so the whole thing can happen all over again. Such a boring life, he needed to do more things but hell he did not want to do it. No didn't own a car at all so he walked all the way to the Notre Dame de la Garde on foot but it was not far from his work. He can hear the bells go off every now and then which was quite enjoyable when he was not in a good mood. Always seemed to lift his spirits like they were now, he can hear them going off at the 5pm mark. With a small smile on his face he was happy to head right to the church. He was a religious man, which his curse was also in his name, his parents choose biblical names for their son. For his sister she did not get a biblical name at all. Why he was cursed who knows? Maybe they were foreshadowing his grim future of his religious practices.

With a sigh as he walked in he automatically did the motion of the cross across his body. Then he walked over to a seat in the church then took his seat, sat down on it. All he could think about was thinking to just cry out and pray some more but no he did not. His dark brown eyes looked around the church he always arrives every Sunday to think and reconstruct his life. Also this was where he would be able to talk to her and feel like he is connected still. Adam's sister thought he was crazy for still going on about it for these long ten years and not move on. Especially since he shall be turning 33 soon which he has not hooked up, dated, looked or even really married another girl since Lillith. After just staring off for a little bit he grabbed the bible in front of him then just began to read Genesis, again. His name Adam was because of the names in Genesis, stupid parents, he hated his name. But he did not care he has dealt with it for too long to care really anymore.

[aurore]

Life was a drag. Life was this dark abyss of conformity and repetition. Aurore had spent the day dancing in the large studio in Marseille. She had dealt with hours of Mai's constant nagging and taunting. Her feet were sore and her head was heavy. Her father was still stressing her to start courses and study Law and her mom . . . her mom wasn't talking to her. Was it so bad for her to follow her dreams. Since the days of her youth Aurore had dreamed of dancing ballet on a big stage, the spotlight beaming on her, and the crowd cheering her on with dozens of roses and "Brava"s. Why was it so hard. She walked along the old road, her dance bag over her shoulder. She was tired, but she didn't want to go home and deal with her parents. She didn't feel like walking to Melvin's house either. The sky was gloomy and the clouds were scarce. She aimlessly walked into a vacant shop and, almost mechanically, bought herself a cup of tea. It was scolding hot in the cold air. She wasn't wearing a jacket and that only amplified the wind's bitter feel.

She couldn't bear the thought of going out tonight. There was too much in her head right now. It seemed like everything she did was wrong. It seemed like she was making a string of endless mistakes and everyone was there to point them out. Her hair wasn't tied in a ponytail so it swayed in the wind's currents.

Aurore checked her watch and it was nearing five. She immediately thought of the church bells. Aurore wasn't the most religious person, but now seemed like a good time to clear her head. She continued walking until she reached the old stone chapel. She opened the large doors, making a cross across her chest as she entered. There weren't many people there. She walked up the aisles, searching for a place to sit.

She didn't want to sit alone so she decided on a spot right next to a man, who, though sitting, appeared to be very tall. Aurore looked down at herself. She wasn't wearing the most typical clothes for a visit to church. She was wearing a tight, low cut top, with red and white stripes and a pair of black tights. Her red leggings came to right below her knees and covered the top of her white heels. She had changed into them after dancing. They helped to sooth her feet, because they were a bit bigger than her normal size. She sat down behind the man. he had a bible in hand and was reading. She picked up a Bible too and, softly, said, "Hello."