Lost 2

Claire Kim eyed Brian pityingly.

"Have you accepted Christ as your savior yet?"
"No. Can you pray for me?"

Claire face was bright and almost Caucasian. She tied her hair back in a chignon. Her eyes were like dark, deep, inkdrops. The shape of her mouth was a smile. Her nose resembled a question mark.

They went into private room in the church and she held his hands and started to pray.

"Dear God, here is Brian, a grave and unrepetent sinner

(I wish that I could kiss her, here and now, and feel her moist, fucking tongue and kiss her too...

forgive him his sins, forgive him his hard heart, forgive him his hatred, his blindness, and his sickness

(I want to feel her breasts, to take off her bra, and to feel her breasts. Under the moon, basking in its light

show him the way to his true home, Heaven. Lord, he is so lost. You searched for that one sheep that was lost out of a hundred. Please, find him and let him learn to love you

(I shouldn't, but I wish that I could screw her right here.)

Lord, shatter his doubt, shatter his ego.

Claire eyes opened.

"In the name of Christ, I pray."

"Do you accept Christ now?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I fucking hate this world."
"Someone should wash your mouth with soap."
"Claire?"
"What?"
"Why do you pray for me?"
"It's my duty, my job. You are a lost sheep."
"What if hate is all that I have?"
"You must learn to let go and forgive as Christ did."
"It's easy for you to say."
"What... terrible thing did someone do to you?"
"Nothing really. I'm just terribly disappointed in God's creation."
"It's all going to be destroyed anyway when the End comes."
"Is it? The whole universe?"
"Well, not the whole uni..."