All Chapters of Sacred Obsession : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lately, I've been avoiding confession sessions, Catholicism is not my best bet right now...I feel trapped, everything feels thorny, I can't receive communion if I don't go for confession;It's not like I don't wish to go, but I know exactly what would happen if I stepped inside that wooden box again.He would be there, listening, or probably staring at me.And this time… I wouldn’t be able to hide behind vague words and careful phrasing;This time, I would have to say it.Or worse—He would hear it anyway.Even the confession would feel like more sin added to my case; How am I supposed to start?How will I let him know I'm losing my mind because of him?I can't!I can't tell him I've been thinking about him and touching myself, wishing It was him between my thighs!! Would that be a confession or a trap for him?I'll just keep receiving communion. Some sins will have to wait till I find another priest, or else I'll take my sins to the grave.I kept on avoiding him as much as I could.

(Elena’s POV)I got home and made sure I looked like nothing just happened; but I had some something planned out. I'll travel, I need to clear my head.Leaving Rome felt like breathing differently, not easier...Just… differently.The air at my father’s vineyard carried a softness the city didn’t have, It moved slower and warmer. Infused with the scent of soil, ripening grapes, and something faintly sweet, I could never quite name.It should have calmed me. That was the intention."Rest," my mother had said, would do me good; a few days away from routine, home, and everything. I had told her I needed some time away because I felt like adulthood was overwhelming. *******The vineyard stretched endlessly beyond the estate, rows upon rows of vines standing in careful symmetry under the late afternoon sun.The order and structure reminded me of him;That was the problem.I stepped out onto the terrace, letting the quiet settle around me. No bells, no murmured prayers, no echo of footste

After some couple of days, the vineyard had begun to feel like a beautiful lie.My mum had come over because she missed my busy dad and I.Every morning, sunlight radiates warmly; The estate woke gently here, with workers moving with quiet purpose, carts rolling over gravel, and distant voices drifting through the fields like part of the breeze.Everything was orderly in serenity and I hated how little it changed anything.The first few days, I had convinced myself that distance was helping, that every quiet sunset, every long walk between the vines, every dinner with my parents was untangling whatever had twisted itself around my thoughts.But distance was not mercy, It was magnification.Without Rome, without the church, without the accidental intimacy of shared spaces and stolen glances, all that remained was truth, and truth, I was learning, could be far crueler than temptation.Because temptation implies choice. This no longer felt like one.I was in love with a man I could never

(Elena's POV)Rome felt louder than I remembered, not in sound, but in presence, trastevere seemed to carry something unfinished, something that had been waiting for me to come back and deal with it. Or maybe that was just me. Maybe I was the one who had changed.I arrived before Mass, and not by accident. I told myself it was practical less crowd, less attention, less of everything I wasn't ready for, but the truth was simpler than that. I needed a moment before seeing him just to remember who I had been before all these.The church doors were already open, Nothing had changed; the same wooden pews, the same altar, the same filtered light falling through stained glass at its familiar angle; and yet the whole space felt different in the way places do when you return to them slightly altered. I didn't take my usual seat this time I moved further back instead, settling into a pew halfway down the aisle, telling myself it was distance rather than avoidance, which was probably the same th

(Elena's POV) Getting home, I quickly went to my room and locked the door, I paced around for a moment, still remembering the bravery I just pulled off back there; My feelings mixed, with fear, relief and something I couldn't explain...The energy wore off and I wrapped myself in my pink fluffy sofa; I thought of writing so I pulled out my diary and started, after two sentences, the page became blurry and it felt like everything was fictional.I saw myself in the church; but a version of it I didn't entirely recognize, the light was dim, coming from the candles. He was across the room.Standing near one of the stone pillars, watching me with an expression I had never seen on him before. I looked around, it was just the both of us, the entrance doors and every other exit were shut but it was a bit windy, the air came from nowhere in particular, sweeping my hair backwards and leaving my neck bare.Neither of us spoke.He crossed the room slowly, and my heart was doing something I fel