♖ cathedral

Though Bora had no affiliation whatsoever to the church, having long since abandoned it in the name of all the misfortunes the supposed God had allowed her to suffer, Bora liked to visit them every now and then in the name of comfort. Sitting down on one of the empty benches, she heaved a soft sigh and her brother's cross was pressed cooly against the skin of her sternum. She was no closer to finding him that she'd been when he first went missing, yet the voice inside her head screamed at her not to be stupid every time she considered giving up. He was out there. Somewhere.