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2025-10-20 01:15:29CHAPTER 47
EZRAI didn’t know how long I’d been lying there, staring at nothing. My room was dim, the curtains half-drawn, everything soaked in that late-afternoon blue light that made it feel like time was paused.My chest ached. My throat burned from holding it all in.A soft knock broke the silence.“Ezra, dear?”Genevieve.I sat up quickly, wiping my face with the sleeve of my hoodie. “Y-yeah?” My voice cracked like bad audio.The door opened, and she walked in with a tray of food—rice, stew, and a glass of juice balanced perfectly like she was running a five-star hotel. She always moved with that prim, composed grace, like nothing in the world could catch her off guard.She placed the tray on my desk and turned to me, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in my red face.“You didn’t come down for dinner,” she said in that perfectly polished British accent. “I thought perhaps you’d like a proper me
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EZRAI stepped out of the confessional like my lungs were on fire. My collar felt too tight. My heartbeat was still trying to slow down, but it wasn’t obeying me.God, I shouldn’t have come this early.I fixed my shirt, ran a hand through my hair, and tried to pretend I didn’t look like I’d just—well—committed another sin in the holiest place possible.I barely made it out of the booth before I almost collided with Genevieve.“Ezra.” Her voice was crisp and sharp, the kind that could freeze a demon mid-flight.“ Genevieve,” I blurted, stepping back so fast I almost tripped over a pew. “Good morning.”Her eyes narrowed immediately, like she’d just found something suspicious and shiny. “You’re here rather early.”I forced a smile that felt more like a grimace. “Uh… yes, ma’am. I just—uh—came for confession.”She tilted her head, the way a hawk tilts before it dives for a rabbit. “Confession?”“Y-yes.” My voice cracked. “I… I haven’t, um, fasted for days, so I felt… guilty.”I hated how
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CHAPTER 65DORIANI tried calling Ezra three times.No answer.He had replied to my message earlier — short, distant, polite. “Yeah. Just got in. Tired.”Tired. That was all he’d said. Nothing else. No teasing. No warmth.Now I was pacing my study like a restless animal. The rain outside had stopped hours ago, but the air still smelled like thunder. My jaw ached from clenching.He wasn’t ignoring me, was he?No… he wouldn’t.Unless Genevieve—A sharp ring sliced through my thoughts. I glanced at the phone on the table, the screen flashing a name I hadn’t seen in months.Adrian Cross.I stared at it for a full five seconds before I picked up. “Adrian.”“Father Dorian,” came that low, velvety drawl that always sounded like mockery. “Or should I say… ex-lawyer Dorian Vale?”My grip tightened around the phone. “What do you want?”A soft chuckle. “Straight to business, as usual. You never change.”“Adrian,” I warned. “I asked what you want.”He sighed dramatically. “Relax. I just wanted to
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CHAPTER 64EZRAThe ride home was wild. Everyone was still running on leftover adrenaline from the win — singing off-key, cracking jokes, replaying videos from the performance. Dorian even smiled a few times, which was rare enough to make Lily whisper, “Did you see that? He smiled. Write it down. It’s a miracle.”By the time we got back to town, it was almost sunset. The moment the bus parked in front of the church, chaos broke loose. People were dragging bags, hugging each other, shouting “See you tomorrow!” like we hadn’t all just spent a week breathing the same air.I mumbled a quick “Bye,” to Lily and Jordan, clutching my backpack like a zombie. I hadn’t slept properly in days. My bones were humming with exhaustion.The moment I got home, I dropped my bag by the door, kicked off my shoes, and face-planted into bed.Sleep hit hard.I didn’t know how long I was out before the sound of my door opening made me groan. “If that’s Lily, I swear—”“Ezra.”My eyes snapped open. Not Lily.G
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CHAPTER 63EZRAMy hands were shaking. I didn’t even know why. We’d already sung. We’d done our part.But standing there, waiting for results with forty voices breathing the same nervous air, it felt like every heartbeat could break me.The stage lights were blinding again. Ten choirs lined up side by side, matching uniforms, anxious smiles, and too many whispered prayers to count.Jordan leaned toward me, muttering under her breath. “If we don’t make it, I’m switching to hip-hop.”Lily nudged her. “If we don’t make it, you’re joining me in therapy.”Ryan groaned. “I’ll just move to a forest. Live off berries.”I tried to laugh, but my throat was too dry.Genevieve stood ahead of us, hands clasped neatly. She looked composed—like this was any other day—but I saw her tapping her index finger softly against her palm. That was her version of panic.Dorian was to the side, his arms crossed, eyes fixed on the judges’ table. Even from here, I could tell his jaw was tight.The announcer came
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CHAPTER 62EZRAI don’t know when I finally put the pen down. The last word—“soar”—sat there on the paper, surrounded by messy scrawls and smudged ink. My throat ached from humming under my breath. My hand hurt. My heart hurt more.But it was done.I exhaled shakily and leaned back against the headboard. For a second, I just stared at it—my song. The one we’d sing tomorrow. The one that, hopefully, wouldn’t get us laughed off stage.A soft knock.I turned, already knowing who it was.“Come in,” I said quietly.The door opened, and Father Dorian stepped in, still wearing his black shirt. His collar was slightly undone, sleeves rolled up, looking unfairly human for someone supposed to be holy.“You’re still awake,” he said, voice low.I rubbed my eyes. “Barely.”He walked closer, hands in his pockets. “Genevieve told me to leave you alone earlier,” he said, stopping near the bed, “but it’s almost midnight.”“Yeah.” I looked down at my notebook. “I finished it.”His brows lifted. “Can I
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CHAPTER 61EZRA“St. Maria's Parish!”The auditorium exploded in cheers. Lily screamed so loud I think I lost part of my hearing. Jordan threw her arms around Ryan, both of them yelling, “WE DID IT!” while Genevieve smiled—just slightly—but that tiny smile was worth a thousand confetti cannons.I turned to look at Dorian.He wasn’t smiling. Not exactly. But his eyes—warm and proud—found mine, and that was enough to make my stomach flip.“We made it?” Lily gasped, looking around like she needed confirmation.Jordan snorted. “Yes, unless they meant another St. Maria's.”Ryan raised his hands. “Fifth place, baby! We’re in the finals!”Genevieve clapped her gloved hands once—elegant, controlled. “Excellent work, everyone. A commendable performance.”The MC walked back to the stage, voice booming again.“Congratulations to our top five! But before you all run off to celebrate, it’s time for a special announcement.”Everyone fell silent. The air felt… loaded.“The final round,” he said dram
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