His Forbidden Sin
He could envision it – her struggles, her cries, all silenced by his sheer will.
Yet, beneath that burning rage, another, more fragile emotion flickered.
He never wanted her to hate him. The thought of her eyes filled with loathing, directed at him, was like bitter poison. He wanted her by his side, yes, but not as a prisoner. He longed for her presence, her acceptance, her affection-things that cannot be taken by force.
The image of Jesus, suffering yet forgiving, subtly reflected his inner struggles, highlighting the distance between his challenging impulses and the small hope of becoming a better person he longed for.
Bab Populer