The Princess Groom

Ch.4: Two Cathedrals

"You're a real son of a bitch, you know that?"

It was the following day. It had snowed the previous night, and I was in the mood to take a walk. As I trekked down Kings Corner, I sighed. My mind was a jumble of thoughts, all bouncing off each other. It was as if they were lawyers in court demanding to be heard.

As the Corner curved, I stopped for a second, looking up and uttering those words.

Something clicked. I needed to rant, to get my emotions out. I took a deep breath, still looking upwards, alone.

"I have my life working out and this happens. What? Is that supposed to be funny? "God's Will be done" they say. I don't know whose ass they kiss because I think you're just vindictive. What was my Grandma Sara?"

I stopped, wiping my left eye with my glove. Feeling it, I continued.

"A warning shot? What did I ever do to your Son except phrase His glory and phrase His name? There's been a lot of storms that have happened recently. Dad got COVID, my brother and his girlfriend did, and now Dad fucked up his shoulder."

"Yes, I've lied and lusted. They're sins, I've committed many. Have a displeased you, asshole? I've worked hard on my job, I take care of my family, I try to keep my sister on the right path. Is that not enough to buy me out of the fire?"

I blinked, tears forming. I gave a shaky breath, my anger apparent.

Then I said it.

"Go crucify yourself!"

I stopped for a moment. Had I just said that? I frowned, gazing at the sky. I shook my head, turning and heading to go home.

Down in Hell, Charlie watched, Angel standing beside her. I was going to be on unstable ground.

But they would try to make things okay.

A/N: Hello! So, this chapter is a reference to the incredible West Wing episode "Two Cathedrals." All I will say is to watch it. Anyways, see you all next time!