Rhio POV s
The memory of that old chapel replayed continuously at the back of mind. I've been longing to go back for a while now.
I want to see her badly.
So freaking badly…
But the place was empty when I arrived. The sight of Jesus bleeding on the cross stared at me condescendingly.
I have my own burdensome cross that was too heavy to carry.
I felt feverish, smothered. Everything I had just known added to the curse I was already carrying.
Why were these things happening to me? I don't want this!
"As far as I know, the Holy Week's still a few weeks away," a voice said from behind, "You look as if it's Black Saturday already."
I didn't turn to see whoever it was.
I'm not in the mood to.
"I'm glad you came back to visit, Rhion," she sat beside me, "Do we have a problem?"
My head remained bowed as I glanced sideways. I only saw the white flowers she was holding. She left the bag on my side and went to the altar to give her little gift.
