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Stacy quietly opened the doors to the church. No one was in the room, so she walked in and closed the doors. She walked toward the statue of Almora, her feet making a tapping noise.
The girl was more ill than ever before. Ugly bags shined under her eyes, her skin was as white as a ghost. She no longer smiled as much, it was a rare sight. Her cousin wouldn't let her go outside. Even after cousin Dante had gotten home, he was unable to ease her pain. It hurt him badly. But, of course, she told him she was okay. But she wasn't. For the first time in her life; Stacy was scared.
As soon as she got to the steps leading to the statue, she got down onto her knees and clapped her hands together. She began to pray.
Mother...I'm...scared. I'm not scared of dieing...but...I am scared of dieing like this...I know it's silly, I've always known I would die much too young than I should. But I never knew how slow it was...how much it hurt. I would rather be murdered than this! her eyes were shut tight as she prayed to her mother. So...please, mother...help me die faster... It was a morbid thought, Stacy knew, but she also knew it would hurt others and herself more if she kept on going like this for much longer.
Dosise walked slowly and sullenly towards the church. He had found nothing so far that would help Stacy. He searched sometimes days upon days with seemingly no end, but had nothing to show for it. All he could think to do know was pray.
He walked into the church and spotted Stacy.... He wanted to see her, but could he face her with nothing that would help her? He took a deep breath and walked to her. He didn't want to dissrupt her praying so he tapped his foot lightly letting her know someone was there and waited.
He smiled and embraced the girl with a hug, "I come here often actually, you on the other hand I'm not so sure." he looks at her, she looks much much worse and it pains him inside, but at the same time all he can see is her radiating beauty. "You look great." he said kindly.
"I have been cleaning, I'm almost done with the house. You should come and stay if you'd like." he smiled. He would love to have Stacy at his almost finished house. He thought it was turning out great. "And maybe love as blinded me, but you do not look anything like crap."
Stacy giggled. "Sure, I'll come and stay with you! Though I'll probably be a burden. I should move out of my cousins place, though. I'm kind of sharing a room with one of them at the moment!"
"Oh please, you won't be a burden in the slightest." Dosise wanted to spend as much time with her as they had left. He still prayed for a miracle but he decided to stop his desperate search and enjoy her company.
"Well, not yet. I was trying to find a cure or remedy but that's about the only infesting thing. I guess I ran into a boy from Hollow too, that may end up becoming interesting." he had no secrets with Stacy, he told her everything.
"A-Ahh! Please, don't waste your time! My cousin already tried performing multiple different healing spells on me, and none really worked..." Stacy laughed. "And who's this person from hollow? I don't know anyon from hollow!"
"It wasn't a waste of time, but I won't drag that argument on again." he smiled and looked at Stacy like they had talked over it many times, "I actually met two, but a boy named Isaac is the one who really grabbed my interest."
"Huh, I hope I meet them then if you find them interesting!" Stacy giggled, before turning to the statue and frowning again. "...say, Dosise, do you believe in god?"
He nodded, even though she couldn't see. "Yes, I do believe in the gods. I don't believe they should have the 'right' to control us however. I think someday mortals should rise above and claim what should be theirs. I could be wrong though, maybe we don't understand and that kind of power would destroy us."
"I see." Stacy nodded. "I just wonder...why, if they have great power, did they give me my sickness? Why did they curse my family with it? I'm sorry, I shouldnt blame the gods, it's just I'm a little...scared..."
"I'm scared too Stacy." he squeezed her tight in his arms. "I'm sorry I just don't know why either, but...I mean... There is always hope." he said trying to comfort her and honestly himself as well.
She smiled weakly, hugging the man back. "...I suppose...I doubt any for me, though, my family has had this sickness for as long as anyone can remember."
"Well you see there, as long as anyone can remember. It's impossible to remember all of history. So basically at that point where no one remembers we have to assume the sickness wasn't present." he said trying to give some hope to her.