𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝖉𝖆𝖒𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑠 [p.sh]

CH 1: THE CATHEDRAL

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Upon moving to this city, all you have in your mind is the future. Of what could possibly come of you here? The museum is truly beautiful, propped in the center of the historic district, a mere ten or so blocks from your newly renovated apartment.

Years worth of study has led you here and honestly you're sure you never would have found this city as lovable as it is if it weren't for those credit hours you poured into art history and architecture. Truly, you feel at home here. Especially working within the historic district at that beautiful museum.

The rest of the city is quite modern. A bit boring to look at if you're being honest but, thankfully, your place of work offers much for the eye to devour. The museum itself is quite victorian, with rococo styling throughout. Many could call this an eye sore, but you find yourself loving every inch of the place. You feel like a willow wisp in the clutches of that museum, and honestly you're more than excited to grow bored of seeing such beauty on a day to day basis.

Across the street sits another old building, also victorian in style. The large and tacky sign glowing with neon lights that reads "AFTER LIFE" goes to show that it's very clearly a club. And the attire of those who go to and fro through the doors only further proves that it's more than just that. It's a goth club.

Which, arguably, high-school you would've died to be able to attend. Thankfully, that little goth girl inside of you still lives strong and surely the club will be a place you'll frequent during your free time. It's not too hard to dress the part considering you are an art loser. The majority of your clothing consists of black, colored hair, and wild make up anyway. All you gotta do is forego the ratty coveralls or the typical business quirky you go for at work and you're good to go.

Last but not least regarding the charm of the historic district, your favorite site. One that is so profound to you and likely everyone else who visits this town mostly because, well, there isn't much mention of it on any website regarding the city. In fact, you weren't aware that such a place existed here until the day you came to view your apartment for the first time.

Seeing it loom from the apartment window very nearly had you sign the lease without so much as looking at the cabinet space or the bathroom setup.

No, nothing in that historic district, absolutely nothing in this city, rivals that of the cathedral that towers above both the club and museum.

There, parked just three blocks down from your place of work, sits the cathedral. Clearly old but well maintained, you can just tell that the building has seen more than enough through the passing decades. The arches are pointed and towering, and the flying buttresses only further your heart to beat with love and admiration for what men could build at one point in time.

You'll never understand why the preferred style these days consists of primary shapes, anyway. Boxes, cones, spheres. Never twisting hallways or nooks and crannies to hide in. You miss the depth of which buildings used to be. Inside practically a maze, outside a wondrous presentation of knife-sharp features. So intricate, so many lines to trace.

What a shame to find yourself living in a space that's a mish-mash of perfect boxes, but it's not so bad when the window offers a daydream, at least.

You're in love each time you gaze upon the building, actually. It's a forever reminder that no human being on this earth could make you feel such excitement. Perhaps you're just a nerd for gothic architecture though. Honestly, it's a shame that this cathedral seems to be a forgotten gem despite how it's blatantly visible at almost any view point in the city.