How To Do Confession Novels & Stories

“You’re right. But I want to be with you while confessing everything to our parents. Should’ve told me about your plan. I should’ve held your hand while standing in front of my dad and your mom. I want to hear everything that they said. I should’ve been beside you. We should've faced it together.” Parang may humaplos sa puso ko sa sinabi niya. Ang akala ko ay hindi siya masayang malaman nila ang totoo. Iyon pala...nagtatampo siya dahil mag-isa kong inamin ang lahat. “This is the only way I know to prove to you how much I love you. I finally conquered my fear. And that’s what's important, right? Nasabi ko ang totoo at natanggap nila tayo. Pwede mo namang sabihin ang confession speech mo sa ka

"W-what did you say?" I asked, in the middle of difficulty in my breathing. He never warned me about that. I was never prepared. I guess I will never be. Napaatras ako mula sa kaniya. We are now sitting across from each other, holding hands. "My heart keeps calling your name. It's about to burst." Napakagat ako sa labi. I was never ready for his confession. Katulad na lang noong umamin niyang gusto niya ako. Ganito ba talaga ang pakiramdam ng nakatatanggap ng sincere na confession? I am going nuts.

I bent down and then adjusted the black veil that hung over my head. Pilit kong tinatakpan ang aking mukha. Sinisigurong kahit labi ko ay hindi niya makikita. Sapat na ang boses ko lang. Hindi ko mawaring gagawin ko ito sa tana ng buhay ko. "It has been five years since my last confession." "Go on my daughter and tell me your sins," the priest's voice was calm and comforting. It was unfamiliar. That was by design— I'd driven ten miles from my apartment to a church in the middle of woods. It was easier that way. I took in a deep breath, but only a squeak came out.

Marahan nitong ibinaba ang hawak na bibliya at sinalat ang silver na krus sa priest necklace nito. Nag-antanda naman siya ng krus. "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. Since receiving my first communion, this is my second confession," pagsisimula niya. Mariin niyang itinikom ang mga labi habang binubunot ang baril na nakasuksok sa kaniyang baywang.

Ngayon agad, hindi manlang ako binigyan ng kahit dalawang araw para kahit papaano makahinga naman ako. Lumabas ako sa public toilet. I roamed my eyes hoping to find Grace while silently praying that she already left, sa paraang 'yon, makukumbinsi ko ang sarili ko na wala na talagang pag-asa. Bumuntong-hininga ako nang hindi ko na sya nakita. Bumalik ako sa simbahan at dumiretso sa confession room. Nakatulala lang ako. Hindi ko alam kung anong ginagawa ko dito pero baka sakaling matauhan ako kapag nakarinig ako ng payo ng iba.

"Liam? Puwede ba tayong mag-usap? T-Tungkol sa atin— gosh! What should I say to him? Paano ako magtatapat sa kaniya?" I was talking to myself while walking and castigating myself. It's like I went back to my high school when I'm feeling crushed by someone ang planning to confess. My goodness! Si Liam lang iyon! Don't be so nervous. Patuloy kong sermon sa sarili. Suddenly, I stopped stepping when a cold wind embraced my body and made my hair messy at the same time my feather on my neck rose up for something.