Waste
We kneel before an altar lit by two candles.
"I don't understand why you've brought me here. It's all... just a fairytale to me," I mutter. Hanna has been trying to "save me," or whatever, ever since we'd met in college 5 years ago. I love her, but I gave up on God years ago.
"Just, wait. I have to tell you something and I wanted to do it here," Hanna answers.
"Your church? Why? Look, you're not going to change my mind. You're wasting your-"
Hanna faces me, taking my hands. "I have cancer, Kara. I'm going to die."
"I don't understand why you've brought me here. It's all... just a fairytale to me," I mutter. Hanna has been trying to "save me," or whatever, ever since we'd met in college 5 years ago. I love her, but I gave up on God years ago.
"Just, wait. I have to tell you something and I wanted to do it here," Hanna answers.
"Your church? Why? Look, you're not going to change my mind. You're wasting your-"
Hanna faces me, taking my hands. "I have cancer, Kara. I'm going to die."