Heart out

Franciscus didn’t even know what he was doing at a holy place like this, where so many people came to worship their deity and prayed for things to get better. He had long lost his hope. It died with him the moment his wife left him in his arms. Though, she wasn’t really gone, at least not for him. Every day he could still see her, talk to her even. Many people must have thought that he was crazy, and maybe he was, but he couldn’t get her out of his head. The memory of that red hair, those big beautiful blue eyes and the soft freckles on her face.

He had sunken himself down in one of the chairs standing in the building, and for a moment, he looked at a few people leaving, right before he averted his dark eyes back to the ground. At least he hadn’t taken the bottle of rum with him inside, but everyone who came close enough, could smell the stench in the air around him. It probably wouldn’t take him long to find the bottle again after he left this place. Ah, and that reminded him again.. Why was he here? His dark eyes looked back up again in silence, staring at a few candles burning. Maybe somewhere, deep down, he did wish things could get better again. If only for his own daughter, so that she could enjoy her family again. But he felt so weighed down by the loss of his wife that he wasn’t able to face any of them. His ears were completely shut, and all he could do was drown..

After another couple of minutes he suddenly noticed some footsteps of a woman coming into the building, but he had lost most of his strength and will to look up, to see who it was. All he wanted to do was sit here.. Nothing more.