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Chapter 31

"Good bye Father" I said; I needed to go home and process everything that had happened, he probably needed the space too, I guess, maybe some mercy prayers or whatever...He didn’t reply, he looked at me and nodded in agreement of my leaving...I didn’t return the next day, nor the day following. I told myself this meant something, that it proved I still held control. Whatever had happened between us or whatever boundaries we’d crossed, could be handled, I reasoned, if I simply stopped. The thought sounded really convincing at first, structured and reasonable in my mind. But control, I was beginning to understand, didn’t feel like this; It didn’t feel like waking too early because my body refused to rest, or standing for too long before a mirror, not recognizing myself but vividly remembering the feel of his hand on my face. It didn’t feel like silence becoming unbearable, each quiet moment echoing with memory. And it certainly wasn’t this constant, low ache in my chest, not pain, not

Chapter 32

I knew it'll happen again, but I just didn’t know when; but for now, we believe keeping things on the low would be in our best interests.Two days has past, and my yearns are growing wilder, the uncontrollable desire to see him and feel him again, kept tormenting me; I literally found it hard to think straight. He had texted me through an anonymous liking that he misses me and I'm trying to be the discipline person here, but it seems to be failing. It wasn’t supposed to become a pattern, I told myself the night I agreed to meet him. Agreeing felt significant, a clear indication that this wasn’t accidental anymore, not something we could pretend simply happened. He had left a note in my hymn book during morning mass and I found the paper; he told me to meet up with him. My fingers lingered on the paper longer than necessary, as if touching it might change its meaning, or at least soften its impact. It didn’t. Instead, it clarified everything. This wasn’t hesitation; it was intention

Chapter 33

Elena’s POV“This shouldn’t happen again,” he repeated, the words sounding like a rigid rule, something already fractured.“It already has,” I replied, my voice softer than I anticipated, yet surprisingly steady. His thumb shifted slightly against my skin, a small movement that sent a sharp jolt through me.“That doesn’t mean we continue,” he insisted, holding my gaze, refusing to yield any distance with his words.“You brought me here,” I countered.“I made a mistake.”“No,” I said quietly, “you made a decision.”The words landed with weight. I saw it in the tightening of his expression, in the way his hand finally dropped from my face, not abruptly, not as it had before, but with a controlled release, though not a detached one.“That’s precisely why this ends now,” he said.I stepped closer, deliberately closing the space he’d attempted to create. “Then why are you still standing here?”His breath slowed, becoming deliberate. “Because leaving doesn’t change what already happened.”“

Chapter 34

After a few days of living with the weight of my greatest sin, I decided to go to church, though nothing felt right anymore. I sat in the second pew, hands folded, back straight, maintaining my usual composed expression. From the outside, I knew exactly how I appeared: calm, devout, saint Elena. It was a persona I’d carefully cultivated for years. But inside, there was no peace. I could feel him. I didn’t need to look up for confirmation; I simply knew.Father Matteo stood at the altar, leading Mass with his characteristic control and measured grace, untouchable, or so it had always seemed. Except, not anymore. “Peace be with you,” his voice resonated through the church, steady and familiar. No one else would detect a difference, but I did. A subtle restraint, a careful choosing of each word instead of a natural flow. “And with your spirit,” I responded with the others, my voice blending seamlessly into the chorus. Yet, my mind betrayed me, replaying the scene in the sacristy just fou

Chapter 35

After marco left, I had an itch to go back inside and look for Matteo; The church doors were still open, though the courtyard had emptied. The last of the parishioners had gone, no more voices here and there, I looked out to see if Sister Lucia was hanging around....She was nowhere to be found. I didn’t go to the pews, or kneel in prayer. I had no intention of pretending, I walked straight down the aisle, past the altar, and toward the sacristy. Surprisingly, my pulse wasn't racing. The sacristy door was slightly open, as I expected. I paused just outside, my hand hovering over the wood. This was the same place where everything had happened, where we’d crossed a boundary without a name we dared to speak. It was here that Father Matteo had ceased to be simply Father Matteo, and where I’d stopped pretending I didn’t want him to.I pushed the door open and found him inside, of course. He stood near the long wooden table, sleeves rolled up slightly, his collar loosened just enough to ma

Chapter 36

I couldn't sleep that night, I laid awake for hours after the house fell silent, staring at the ceiling, hoping for something, probably clarity, a sense of guilt, or anything that might resemble the person I was supposed to be. But there was no answers; all I had were memories, of his hand at my waist. The way he called my name, as if it were something too precious to touch....then the kiss!And somewhere within those thoughts, I realized something I’d been avoiding: I wasn’t confused, or overwhelmed, or even guilty in the way I should have been. I was…certain. That certainty was what truly unsettled me.By morning, the house was already busy, my dad was working on his computer, while my mum cooked breakfast in the kitchen. I moved through it all with an unsettling ease, answering questions, nodding at the appropriate times, and accepting my coffee like I always did. No one noticed anything was different, and of course they wouldn’t. This wasn’t something visible; at least for now.I

Chapter 37

I've been able to control myself for days now, I haven't go to tempt or test him, it's been hard but I really need to keep things low...I attended mass few days later but he didn’t serm to notice me, It shouldn't have mattered. It shouldn't have been something I noticed at all. There were dozens of people in the church that morning, voices rising and falling in prayer, movement, ritual and everything exactly as it always was. And yet something was painfully off. I think I really dread the thought of him getting over me..I sat in my usual place, every part of me arranged exactly the way it should be, but my attention was fixed on him.He stood at the front, leading Mass with a precision that felt sharper than before. Every word measured, every movement exact, nothing wasted, nothing personal. It was almost excessive, like he was overcorrecting. Like he was trying to prove something to himself, and God.I swallowed slowly, forcing my gaze forward when it lingered too long. This was w

Chapter 38

Matteo's POV)I stood alone in the sacristy, the door closed, the scent of incense from earlier Mass still in the air. My vestments were neatly arranged, the table untouched, everything in its proper place. Everything was in order, except for me. I exhaled slowly, pressing my fingers against the table’s edge, and reminded myself to focus. That was what this demanded, not avoidance because control had always been the answer.And yet, my mind refused to cooperate. It didn’t scatter or drift; instead, it returned, precisely and deliberately, to her. Even the thought of her name felt like a transgression, a violation of the carefully constructed life I’d spent years building. It wasn’t simply wrong to think of someone, but how I thought of her, the fact that my thoughts weren’t neutral, was the problem. Closing my eyes didn’t help, as it never did. Memories don't require sight or permission; it replayed regardless. Her voice, her audacity, and even her moan echoed in my mind. The way sh

Chapter 39

(Elena’s POV)I went again to visit him; I couldn't help it anymore, the pretense that our meetings were simply accidental, or a matter of fortunate timing. There was no more hesitation at the door, no more plausible deniability. Now, I knew when I would see him, and he knew when I would come. We didn’t voice it. It existed in the quiet spaces between days, in the way I moved through time with the certainty that everything would eventually narrow down to him.I got a reply text from him that we couldn't meet at the parish today, and the apartment will be perfect. The apartment was tidy, a development that unsettled me more than I cared to admit. I knew which floorboard creaked underfoot, which window refused to close properly; I knew precisely where he would be standing, and there he was again, as he always was, waiting.“You’re late,” he said, his voice quiet, and disappointed. “I hadn’t realized you were keeping track.”“I am.”Something tightened in my chest, not because of his

Chapter 40

(Elena’s POV)By the next morning, I tried to pray but, I couldn’t find the words, my thoughts were already too messed up to say a prayer. I was on my knees, holding my rosary but I just couldn't pray, I'm not even thinking about the confession part of being a catholic; How can I confess my sins to the same person I've been commiting it with?“Are you coming to Mass today?” My mother’s voice broke the quiet of breakfast. I paused, just for a moment. “I wasn’t planning to.” She looked at me then, a truly assessing look. “You’ve missed more than usual this month.”“I’ve been busy.”“With what?” The question sounded deep.“Things.” my reply earned me a look – not suspicion, just a definite awareness. “You should go today,” she said. “Father Matteo is leading.”My chest tightened as I heard his name from from her. “Alright,” I replied, because refusing would have drawn unwanted attention, and attention was something I suddenly understood the weight of.The church felt different when I wal

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