Love Never Dies
Part 3
Fandom: The Man from Rome
Relationship: Father Lorenzo Quart x OC Palmira
Summary: After returning to his hometown, Father Quart comes face to face with his past. His life, as well as the choices he made as a young man, are turned upside down and he is once again forced to make life-changing decisions. But at what cost?
Words: 2,6K
Warnings: Angst. 18+
A/N: This is the third part of this fic. You can read the previous parts here.
The midday sun shines through the large stained glass window and its rays paint the stone floor and the old pews with its colorful light. Candles still burn as a reminder of this morning’s service, and between the pews, Father Quart discovers a cotton napkin and a soother. A tired smile forms on his lips; one of his youngest parishioners must have dropped a beloved item. He picks it up and puts it on the pew in case the loss is discovered and the owner returns with a stressed parent. Then he sinks down next to it and, with a sigh, rubs his forehead. Sleep would not come easily to him, and he spent most of the dark hours pacing between his computer and the kitchen window. The view from his window was enchanting last night when the sudden change in temperature made mist float over the grass, and in the warm light from the old lamp posts it looked spectacular. The church is empty now, and for the first time in years, he hopes it will stay that way for a while. He needs to think, and with a constant stream of parishioners seeking his company and advice, it is hard. Hiding in his office is not an option, so he will gratefully take this moment to be alone with his thoughts.
The sudden sound of hurried footsteps pulls Father Quart from his comfortable bubble, and he lets out a small sigh. So much for that moment of peace and quiet. The footsteps come closer; the sound tells him that it is most likely a woman, but then the person slows down as if hesitating to approach him. When he rises and turns to greet the visitor, his heart skips a beat. Palmira. She looks up at him with a soft smile on her sensual lips, but an insecure look flickers in her expressive eyes. Her beautiful red locks spill over her shoulders and create an astonishing contrast against her black coat. The fabric is thick and warm, but it cannot hide her feminine shape, and Father Quart struggles to tear his eyes from her. Deep inside, he knows that he is not allowed to look at her the way he does, for more reasons than one, but she caught him with his guard down, and now his pride pays the price. When he forces himself to regain control over his actions, he smiles back at her.
"It could have been you."
Amazing chapter as always, even if I got more questions than answers!
Thanks for reblogging @fulltimecrazy 💙 I’m so glad you like it! You will find answers in the following chapters. 😉