Semua Bab IN THE NAME OF SIN : Bab 11 - Bab 20

A SAINT WHO SINS SIMON I heard his father's laughter from where I was causing me to panic. The moment Arson Grey walked into the church, the Air shifted. A wave of heat ran through my body. I kept my eyes focused on the fruit basket in my hands, pretending they were fascinating. I could feel his gaze burning the back of my neck, but I didn't want to care. I couldn't afford to look him in the eyes. All my hard work would go down the drain. I placed the basket of fruits in the middle of the long mahogany table, forcing my mouth to curve into a smile. The type of smile that didn't invite questions. Shoulders relaxed and a perfect display of dentition. The moment my eyes left it caught his, sending goosebumps down my skin. His gaze lingered longer like he was observing every detail. Then he furrowed his brows like he realized something. I took my seat at the Far end of the table, deliberately putting two altar servers between us. Like that could stop Arson Grey. I told myself

BREAKING THE SANCTUARY SIMON He stared at me deeply, trying to decipher something. The food felt very heavy in my stomach, though I knew it wasn’t the food, it was him, it was Arson. The way he stared at me, his words, his eyes—I couldn’t afford to look him in the eye. It felt like he knew everything I was trying to bury. I should never have accepted his invitation I should never have come. I told myself at the church, and I still told myself again when I stood at the center of the yard, unsure if this was a good idea. The same thing I murmured to myself when I took his hand, not I'm here, uncertain of what to do or say again. Scented candles, Delicious food that didn't taste like filth, and then comes Arson. A boy who smiles as if the world didn't try to consume him. A boy who doesn't know what it means to be me. I shouldn't be enjoying this as much as I am, but I can't help it. The way he laughed, all efforts to make me smile. His smile was beautiful, but it scared m

NO ONE SAVES THE BROKEN SIMON The night air struck me sharper than a blade the moment I left. I clung to my coat as I walked like I was being chased. My breath shortened but I didn’t dare look back. If I did, I might see him there still staring. My lips still tingled. I could still feel his hands at the back of my head. I placed my hands on my lips, still feeling the fiery sensation. The kiss stuck to my lips fire that refused to quench. Each step made my heart thunder. I felt it was going to explode. I finally got to the church gates. The bell had stopped ringing a long time ago. The wind blew my hair in my face. I opened the gate slowly and crept in. Just a crunch could give me away. I walked till I got to the rectory entrance. I waited for the loud voice, the whip, yet nothing came. The long pathway of the rectory was filled with candles and their dim glow. The pictures of past saints are carved and painted on the walls. Always watching. I walked into my room, sl

THE FALL OF SAINT SIMON ARSON Since the night at Scout's house, I haven’t been able to sleep. I listened to the heavy rain pouring, staring at the ceiling as his face haunted me. The way he snatched his coat and ran off. I should have been angry, I should have been mad. But instead, I felt hollow. I saw his green eyes glistening with tears each time I closed my eyes. The way his hands trembled before he let me in, showing me his scars. I’d touched him for a few seconds and I knew I wasn’t letting go anytime soon. By morning, my head was pounding, my stomach rumbled, and my skin had turned paler. I hadn’t eaten for two days. My dad noticed, asking if I had fallen sick. I just made up an excuse. I couldn’t actually tell him what was going on. I was starving but not for food, for him. Simon Cadwell. Always with his head bowed, that perfect fake smile, his hands folded behind his back, giving out love he never received. He deserves to be loved in any way he wants. He deserves to b

FORBIDDEN PSALMSARSON The night lost its colour the moment Simon walked back into the rectory. I stood there like an idiot, watching his back fade away. His Scent also faded, except for the ones that clung to my skin. I felt empty. Like he took something away from me, maybe he actually did. I sat under the tree, watching the stars. Maybe he might come back again. But I was wrong. Simon wasn't as reckless as I was. He knew better than anyone to push his luck twice. I turned away, walking back home. God, I was pathetic. For the first time in years, I didn't feel like the Rebellious Arson Grey, the boy who always made headlines in Edavanes’ newspaper. I felt weak. I didn't even know when I admitted that I loved him out loud. But he hadn't said it back. He had kissed me, yes. But he hadn't said it back. Maybe I had ruined it again, maybe I was too hasty. His expression was serious at first, but it softened lightly when I continued. I don’t know what he did, or what he said in h