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“What I have always wanted. The truth. Your confession.” Confession. The word washed over me like ice. I froze. “What the hell are you talking about?” “Oh, don’t play dumb with me.” His voice softened into a sickening whisper. “What you did to me. To her. To us. The little sin you buried deep, pretending it never happened. Do you think I forgot? You think death erases betrayal?” Sweat beaded my eyebrows. My past. That very night. The girl. The mistake that cost me everything. I shook my head fiercely as I tried to dislodge the memories. This is not the time for this.

Penelope As I walked into the confession box, I had one goal. That was to let it all out of my heart. I had a heavy heart and I was walking in to offload everything. I had been carrying this burden for far too long. I needed to let it go. I was entering this confession box to confess my sins and leave a new person. Devoid of all worldly things. “Bless me father, for I have sinned,” I whispered. The crack in my voice in addition to the lack of audibility were results of my internal battle with the crushing weight of guilt.

For one desperate moment, I reached through it, toward the mark, toward whatever power connected all of this, toward answers, toward my father, toward Kael, toward anyone listening. Please. Nothing. The warmth faded, leaving only silence. A sharp laugh escaped me before I could stop it. Then something inside me cracked, not dramatically, not loudly. Just enough. I rested my forehead against the stone. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do anymore." The confession slipped out before I could stop it. Nobody heard. Or so I thought. The ground trembled. I stumbled backward. Dust rained from the ceiling. The entire shrine groaned like an ancient creature waking from sleep.

Hi. Thank you for checking this story. I hope you'll enjoy reading this piece of work as I enjoy writing it. This is first draft and it's currently under editing. So kindly ignore the errors you might come across. Thank you . ♥♥♥ " FATHER, I HAVE SINNED. I HAVE A CONFESSION." I lean against the confession booth and sob silently. I hate my life , I hate everything. Do you know that feeling of wanting something badly and then your best friend took it away? I felt useless for letting it happen in the first place.

Then all eyes turn to me. “You may speak, my son.” The Father’s voice makes my breath cease. Unlinking my fingers, I fist them at my sides, gathering all the courage I can muster. “I-I’ve killed, stolen, and am guilty of the seven deadly sins. But I don’t want to be free from them, except one… Lust.” The silence is jarring. Nothing moves. What are they thinking? They better not judge me. Confession Tuesdays are highly confidential. It better stay that way.

The mark of my betrayal. Gasps ripple through the air. Gerald’s is the loudest. “I need your confession,” he says, voice steady but trembling with the effort to stay calm. “Now.” And I break. Words spill from me like molten iron, searing everything they touch. I confess. Every lie, every act, every secret. The crowd’s whispers slice like knives, their gasps spreading like wildfire, feeding on my shame. But I keep speaking. I need to. It’s the only way I can beg for judgment; death or forgiveness.

The cicadas in the trees hummed faintly, but even their song seemed distant compared to the thundering of my own heart. I swallowed hard, my throat raw. “That’s the truth, Luca. Every word of it. You wanted to know how I knew. That’s how. Because I have lived this nightmare once already. And I’ll burn in hell before I let it happen again.” The weight of the confession crashed over me, and I felt… exposed. Vulnerable in a way I hadn’t been since my first life. My hands trembled again, and I clasped them tightly in my lap to still them. I had bared everything, my pain, my shame, my truth.

They were asking him to prove their point by making it true. His substantial form trembled. He had stood steady through the confession. Had stood steady through the vision and the grief and the transformation of his love from possession to celebration. Had found steadiness he had not known he possessed and had used it and had felt it hold. He was not steady now. "I," he began. His voice came out wrong. Not the healer's controlled harmonic, not the rough authentic quality of the confession. Something that had nothing behind it, all the substance drained out by the specific cold of what he had just been handed.

Everything inside it, the air, the light, the sounds drifting in from beyond the walls, seemed to pause around that confession. For one terrible second, even my anger paused with it. He rubbed both hands over his face, fingers dragging downward as though the weight of the world had been carved into his bones. “I’ve done everything I can, Selene,” he said, voice wavering. “Everything. But nothing… nothing amounts to anything anymore.” His chest rose and fell unevenly. “After everything you said last night,” he whispered, “I know you will never forgive me.” His voice cracked then. Not with rage.

The weight of his words hangs heavy in the air, the gravity of his past actions casting a shadow over their present interaction. Audrey inhales deeply, her composure a fragile shield against the flood of emotions threatening to engulf her. Paul's confession hangs between them, his admission of shame and a loss of control laying bare the depths of his remorse. "Audrey, I am ashamed. I was out of control," he confesses, his voice laced with vulnerability as he lays bare his inner turmoil.