The air that swept across Refuge carried a whiff of rain. The tasteful soil yelling to be engulfed. Yet we know beneath soil, the roots of trees grow, animals live under and the dead live. But that is not the thought that comes to mind when we take in the scent of after rain. And it would be a perfect moment if only the place where it rained, it was as peaceful. The ward of Refuge had very respectful nice looking people with evil hearts. But no one knew unless they lived amongst the perfect disaster. Where you will find the church going, generously giving but never forgiving types of people.
In a house once respected now unknown, lived a couple who moved in. A couple who by blood and origin where not supposed to be there. Yet they came anyway. Their names? Mark and Sam. Today, Mark wrote a letter. Each word he put down left with sweat in his palms, he was anxious and worried if the reader would ever understand his feelings. He still wrote and as ink left pen, time left him and he never even knew. In that piece of paper he wrote his thoughts, deep thoughts, of how he was the way he was. After that writing, aching fingers and beating heart. He took the letter and tore it.
“What is that?”, Sam asked. Her voice though sweet, unsettled him. He wanted to explain but he thought of the pain he would cause her. And so, “Just some old mail.” He didn’t sound confusing. She saw the pen and piles of paper on the table. “Mark, didn’t you promise you will stop with all this negativity?”, she said as she came closer to him. He looked away. And his eyes met the mirror, “Sam, I have to. Its only a matter of time now before-“, she could not let him continue. “You are not going to die.” She spoke with certainty yet she knew he may die in that moment.
Little did they know that someone was listening behind the paper thin walls. And they could not wait to share their new found secret….