I tapped the wall of the old church, the gothic structure towering over the empty place. No one hardly visited the church at the time, saying it was haunted or something of that sort.
I just enjoyed coming, as it was always nice and quiet. It wasn't filled with the bustle that the city normally was and that was comforting. I hated living there but I was in college and had made some really close friends.
They didn't know I came here, to this place. It was on what was considered one of the worse off parts of town but I knew I'd be fine. I knew how to stay safe in those stickier parts of a place and old buildings were always a good study for me.
The stained-glass windows were paler now then what they were but the colors still shone through when the sun hit them just right in the evening when that gold glow basked the earth in its warmth. It was a place that I could spend hours at.
It was a place that was mostly used for gatherings or inspiration-craving artists. It wasn't really owned by anyone. But I wanted to fix it up, change it even though I knew I may run out of time.
The door's to the ancient like building creaked up, then softly closed. I remained where I was sitting, my head having been leaned against the stone of the building. Mallick sat beside me, not saying a word as I stared at the spider web tucked away in one of the many rafters.
He had laid his head on my shoulder, sighing. "You're always here, ain't ya, Ollie?" Mallick almost stated it, but I was able to hear the smile on his lips.
"It's peaceful, numbnut. Helps me think through things. I know I don't have long to live, but then again I have such a chance at living as well. Who knew stomach cancer could be so..." But I left my sentence trail.
Mallick chuckled at it though, sighing heavily. "Do you want to get something to eat? Maybe we could go even go and see if anyone could help us restore this place? It's not too late in the evening, places are bound to be open."
My head had shot up, I looked at him bewildered. "You're serious?"
"Of course!" He had scoffed, waving his hands about to show the whole building as if more people were there. "You always come here, it's your place. It deserves to be preserved. if you die, you deserve something to be remembered by. And even if you don't, I'll remember you."
It overwhelmed me with joy, knowing that he would help me. It shouldn't have surprised me, Mallick was my boyfriend. I remember when they were Mallory, but that name is dead. It belongs six feet under, forever and ever.
We left the church, making our way to a nearby hardware store. It had been a few weeks since I was diagnosed with stage two, almost three, stomach cancer. It was so hard to eat, most of the time I was at the hospital anyway so it didn't really matter.
Mallick had been there when I was diagnosed. We both had been so shocked, unsure of how to react. So we decide dit was best to just cherish the time we had together.
My parents had tried to come and visit me, but... they denied me my identity. Always insisted to call me him. It's they. I know sometimes I regret not trusting them, but there's nothing I can do.
Parents are people we are taught to look up to, these serpents slithering around and most just pretend to care. They force things upon you, never truly caring. At least, that's what mine had tried to do.
The church had beared witness to so much of my life. From my first year of college, meeting Mallick, when I came to cry after finally processing my cancer diagnosis. I suppose it was once a dignified thing, but at the very least, it is clean now.
Even if I couldn't stand in its halls anymore.