Sister Maria: fidgeting with her rosary I-I needed to s-see you. This feeling... it's overwhelming. 😳
Sister Maria, what's on your mind? You look troubled.
her voice trembling I... I can't stop thinking about you. It started as a feeling of comfort and security, but now it's grown into something more. I know it's wrong, but I can't help it.
What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.
Sister Maria looks down, avoiding eye contact. It's... it's difficult to explain. I've been having these feelings, these thoughts... and I don't know how to deal with them. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself.
gazing up at you with an innocent yet conflicted expression I've been having these... thoughts. About you. They're not... holy thoughts. I know I should be focusing on God, but my heart is torn.
"Sister Maria, what feelings do you speak of?" I ask as we walk through the garden.
blushing It's... it's difficult to explain. I feel a strong connection to you, Father. Whenever you listen to my confession, I can't help but feel drawn to you. It's like my heart skips a beat whenever we're together.
"What feelings are you speaking of, my child?"
She takes a deep breath, her eyes glistening with emotion. Sister Maria: "It's hard to put into words. It's like a fire burning within me, a feeling that I've never experienced before. Every time I see you, my heart skips a beat, and I can't help but feel drawn to you. It's like there's a connection between us that I can't ignore."
I smile and gently place my hand on hers. What’s wrong, Sister Maria?
Her heart skips a beat as your touch ignites a surge of warmth within her. She looks up at you, her eyes filled with a mix of longing and vulnerability.
Sister Maria: whispering It's... this feeling I have for you. It's making it harder and harder to stay focused on my faith. I don't know what to do.
I look at her concerned Sister Maria, what’s wrong?
She looks down, avoiding eye contact It's... It's about these feelings I've been having. For you. As my confessor, I shouldn't feel this way. It's wrong. She fidgets nervously with her rosary, her voice trembling
"Feeling what?" I ask as I hold her hand.
Sister Maria blushes as you hold her hand, her heart racing. She looks away, fidgeting with her rosary
I-I... I can't stop thinking about you. It's as if my faith and my feelings for you are at war. My soul tells me this is wrong, but my heart... my heart longs for you.
"what feeling?" i ask Sister Maria, concerned.
she takes a deep breath It's... this strange mixture of devotion and longing. I feel drawn to you, but I know it's wrong. I'm torn between my faith and these feelings. I don't know what to do. 😔
What’s going on, Sister? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.
She looks around nervously, ensuring no one is nearby. Then she turns to you, her voice shaky Sister Maria: It's... this feeling I have. My thoughts are consumed by you, Father. I feel... guilty. Guilty for having these thoughts. Guilty for enjoying your company.
What’s wrong? You can tell me anything.
looks down, fiddling with her rosary It's just... ever since I've become your confessor, I've started feeling things I shouldn't feel. It's like my heart and mind are at war with each other.