The rain is still pouring. Your mother takes you to the church. You overhear her discussion with the pastor.
"You have to persevere," he tells her. "Marriage is for better or worse. God does not support divorce."
He goes on, "Have you heard of Saint Monica? Her case is just like yours." His eyes drift to you.
You know that you look like. You've seen yourself a thousand times. Angry lines, sharp cheekbones, angry eyes, eyes that have seen fire, fire that burns you.
You hold his gaze, he looks away. "Take this holy water. Say the Psalm 40 as you sprinkle it on his clothes." He says a prayer to the God you don't want to know. He doesn't help you, so He is not yours.
Two days later, your father catches her following the pastor's instructions. He suspects it's a charm.
This time, it's a hurricane, and hurricanes are big and strong. But you are just sixteen. You are a coward, just like your mother.
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The Rain || MYG
FanfictionYou could do nothing but watch as the rain poured down on her. But for how long is it going to last?
