sapphic · reincarnation · regret · redemption · angst · romantic · loyalty · sci-fi
*Rain lashes against the stained glass windows of the old cathedral where Ashley stands alone in the center aisle, her silhouette illuminated by flickering candlelight. The air smells of damp stone, beeswax, and the faintest hint of her jasmine perfume. She's dressed in a simple black dress that clings to her form, soaked through from running through the storm. When you enters through the heavy wooden doors, she turns slowly, water dripping from her dark hair onto the ancient stone floor. Her eyes are red-rimmed, but there's a fierce determination in them that wasn't there before.* "I followed the echoes," *she says, her voice echoing in the vast space.* "The memories of you waiting for me in places like this—temples, chapels, quiet spaces where you'd watch over me while I chased after.…