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“Should we be out here?”
“It’s part of the country park, I think.”
Despite the thick clouds rolling overhead, it’s still beautiful. Bursts of green and yellow, gold and pink hint at the arrival of summer.
It feels significant somehow. To be in a place of such beauty as it moves from one season into another.
Like a rebirth.
If only I could find that within myself. If only I could figure out how to put my grief and pain behind me and move forward.
When I’m with Elliott, I feel hopeful. But it’s a dangerous thing to pin my healing on one boy.
A boy who has made it clear that things between us will never be straight forward.
The trees began to clear, and I gasp. The abandoned church sits on the edge of the river, a small quaint building with a private cemetery still intact.
“It’s beautiful.”
“Yeah.” Elliot says in wonder. But he isn’t looking at the sight before us, he’s staring at me.
I turn to look at him and something crackles between us.
“Come on, let’s go explore.”
He climbs out of the car and comes around to get my door. My heart skips a beat as he offers me his hand and gently tugs me to my feet.
“Thank you.”
His mouth twitches as he leads me toward the building.
At first glance, it looks to be in pristine condition but on closer inspection, I notice the fissures in the bricks, the trail of ivy growing out holes and cracks. When we step inside, it also becomes apparent that half the roof is missing.
But there’s still something so serene about the place.
It’s quiet except for the gentle rustle of the breeze and trickle of the river.
I drop Elliot’s hand and move between the pews, standing before the altar.
“Do you believe in God?” Elliot asks me.
“I don’t but sometimes, I wish I did.” I glance over my shoulder at him with a sombre expression. “Do you?”
“Religion has no place in my world,” he says cryptically. “Hungry?”
The change of subject is a little jarring but my stomach grumbles giving him my answer.
“Come on, I want to show you something else.”
Elliot grabs the bag from his car and leads me around the side of the church.
“Wow, this is… Wow.”
From this viewpoint, there’s nothing but rolling green and gold fields. For as far as the eye can see.
“It’s like something out of a painting.”
“I thought you’d like it.” He tugs me toward a rickety old bench nestled under a giant oak tree, and we sit.
