“Father Howard?” asks a voice, I turn to look at the small figure gazing up at me.
“Yes my child?” I ask the young lady, her sun kissed skin laced with tears, the smell of her perfume envelopes me.
“thank you for coming on such short notice.” she speaks through shuttered breaths.
“Thats my responsibility and my honor as a man of God my dear.” I explain, trying not to smell her anymore. My knuckles are ice white as they grip in my pocket. Without speaking another words she embraces me. I halt my breathing at that moment, my heart feathers. I run one hand up patting her hair. It’s so soft... I shake off the idea. She loosens her embrace and joins the remainder of the funeral guests. I turn facing towards the casket once again.
That’s how this all began wasn't it love... You seemed so... innocent. I could barely stand it. I turn once again to gaze the dirty blonde figure whose smell lingers on my coat.