Pangs
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Author's N: A drabbles of sorts, in Peter's point of view just after the tragedy that is Bare. Reviews are welcome.
You hear the intoned mass as you enter the long room, and you cannot help but feel bitter towards the priest speaking it. He meets your eyes, falters for a brief moment, before continuing. Your eyes fall to the floor as you move wordlessly into your seat several spaces away from Nadia, who already seems in tears. You see the anxious glance she greets you with across the way, but you can't seem to find the strength to meet it. You raise your eyes to the statuette of Jesus on the cross; shudder. You feel as though you don't belong here; you never have. For a brief second you think you see him; blue eyes smiling warmly at you, mouth crinkled up into a cocky grin, and your breath catches. But the vision fades, and all that's left is the hurtful pang of your heart.
Finis.