Her footsteps echoed in the hollow, broken wooden building. Her eyes were fixed on the beautiful flower garden in the center, where the only beam of light shone. The light made the garden glow in this dark, sacred place. She looked to her left and right, only seeing the empty disheveled pews, covered with dust and splintering with age. She reached the last part of the hardwood floor and stopped before the radiant garden. She knelt down and touched a single white flower with gentle, but powerful hands. Her long, dark hair shone in the light as she let sweet, but painful, memories flood her mind. Her vision blurred as a single tear slid down her cheek and fell upon the flower. She stood once more, looking up at the broken alter and stained glass window of this long ago church. She heard a creak somewhere up above and knew it was trying its hardest to remain, but one day it would stand no longer. She turned around and held a hand to her heart. Her black, white-tipped shoes kept making that empty sound. It echoed off the stone walls, accompanied by the whishing noise of her black leather shorts, which started below her belly button and ended at her knees. She had a flap of the same material in front from her waist to the middle of her shorts and one in the back that went to her ankles. She also wore a black leather vest zipped over a white sleeveless shirt. She wiped another tear from her wine dark eyes and prayed. If the church should fall, please...Let the flowers remain.
