The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
A steady drizzle against the soft wood, a light humming in the background. The soft scent of candles burning nearby.
Kaylum is sitting towards the back of a church, in one of the last pews. He has the hood of his jacket drawn up over his head. It feels damp, like the tips of his bangs that are sticking to his face. The air is warm against his skin, a nice contrast to the cold parts of his jacket that are wet. Kaylum turns just slightly and looks at the people to his left, a small family.
He watches them kneeling on the padded rest, fingers laced together praying. Their heads are bowed down, and they're whispering their prayers.
Kaylum doesn't need to hear them to know what they are praying for.
He stands and heads for the exit in the back of the church, is almost at the large wooden doors when one is opened. A gust of wind enters the building and disturbs the candles near the front; the light flickers in the room. The h