Sorry for mistakes, but English is not my native language... Nevertheless, I hope you will like this story!
The Will of Destiny
Part 3
8 mounths later. A young lady visited the local church. She'd never been to such places before. She was very young pregnant girl wearing only black clothes. Some red beautiful hair fell out her kapron black biggin. She went to the confession room and hold her hand to a priest. She felt how warm was his hand, and this warmth seemed to be familiar to her.
"I'm a sinner," – the girl began.
"We are all the sinners…" -the priest answered.
"But it isn't that stone which totes me to the bottom of my life. I'm," – she stopped and hardly clenched the priest's hand, – "It's my idea fix to take everybody's hands. Sometime I hadn't a chance to catch the hand of the person I loved, and I have him lost forever!"
"Did he perished?" – the priest asked.
The girl's answer surprised him a lot.
"I don't know…" – the girl told him quietly. – "I lost him and I couldn't find him. Probably, he is dead."
"But didn't you want to become a cloistress to ask the God to save that person's soul and for saving the souls of other sufferers?"
"But, I can't!" – was her answer.
"But…" – the priest was importunate, – "Every innocent and every sinner can…"
He felt that her hand began hiding away.
"Everybody, who has nothing to lose, everybody who has nobody nearby…"
"Are you not alone?" – The priest was surprised, – "But you said the opposite a moment before!"
The girl fell silent. Did he say something painful indeed? Or… she is thinking what she can answer to him? After all the girl told him, her voice seemed to be sinking in tears:
"My James… Everything that stayed with me from my James is our little, not birthed yet kid, but I can't lose all the days of my life forgetting about my kid, who will be near me, go to the God to find soul of my beloved. His soul is living in the soul of his little son or daughter, isn't it? I don't want to lose that little happiness I have and go searching more. You helped me a lot. Now I realizes that I'm so happy!"
"Really, you are right. And I was so glad to help you, Jessie," – suddenly the priest said.
Her hand disappeared… Surely, that girl was shocked.
"Why?" – she asked, – "Why do you know my name?"
"My Alakazam had read all your mind and than told me," – the priest joked and Jessie realized that these words were not serious.
She told nothing and ran away. A moment before the priest was at the dean's room.
"I have to give up!" – the young priest told the dean.
"But you have not surved the God even a year!"
"Service the God is not an obligation or duty, father, to serve is an entreaty for the God with ask to find an answer!"
"But you are…" – what the dean wanted to say we will never know, because the young priest returned him a cassock and ran away.
Jessie had not entered her car yet, when she heard a cry from a church. She looked there and she couldn't believe.
"Jessie, I couldn't allow you to lose me one more time!" – the priest in long black dress with disarranged blue hair stayed near her.
"Oh, what a wonderful reason, priest!" – the dean said to himself looking at photo of his dead beloved, – "Be happy, James, let the God help you!"
It is the ending of the story, but it's not the ending of their life!
Russian Meowth 30.08.2003
Hi, my foreign friend, who had read this story by the end. If you found this story interesting or boring, please, don't be lazy and write me about it ^_^ I'll be very glad to read your even short message with critics. And thank you again that you have found a couple of minutes to read my story.
Everyone who knows Russian is invited to my page with stories! You will find this story in original and also a lot of interesting stories and my novells about Jessie, James and other "Pokemon" characters ^_^ /* With illustrations, of course! */