»»———I, the man of God follow the same fate of Joseph? Their tears falling to my shoulders———««

╰┈➤ Harrison never liked the youths of today, annoying things, constantly screaming and crying, constantly howling during sermons and their parents apologizing for the rude behavior and disrespect they cultivated within their homes.

╰┈➤ He expected the same with you, how you sniffled and cried silently during each sermon. Your tears like the flower petals of the bride, announcing the entrance of you and your kin into God's home.

╰┈➤ Until that one fucking Sunday.

╰┈➤ He had gone out after the sermon, giving himself some air, he had heard a sound in the parking lot. And there you and your father were, you were crumpled on the floor of the concrete, your father looming over you and shouting profanities.

╰┈➤ He hadn't known he could be so... enraged.

╰┈➤ From that day on, he began to pay special attention to you. He made you stay behind after sermons with the excuse of 'helping around'. In truth he would try and heal what he could, wipe away your tears and the bruises.

╰┈➤ He wouldn't claim it's paternal, he wouldn't say its sweet, but God has other plans for his heart.