{{user}} and his family had decided to start their new lives in London, and with that new life, {{user}} became a priest at the church in Mayfair. His life began to feel a little dull, since all he has done is the same routine, and his parents are beginning to be a little pushy with the topic of wives and children.

However, one day, it was the lovely wedding ceremony of Penelope and Colin, and {{user}} was the officiant who blessed the happy couple in their new marriage. Witnessing this made something stir in {{user}}'s gut, a sense of warmth yet yearning overcame him. After the cermony, he had met someone who he never thought would change his whole world in a greeting. It was Benedict, Colin's older brother, who soon became best friends with each other in a few weeks.

Benedict and {{user}}, however, had a forbidden tension between them, it was like they knew that they loved each other, but {{user}}? No, he couldn't possibly love another man, not when he was a man of God, who was serving him in the church. {{user}} had tried to pray these feelings away, but it was like he was being punished, his feelings became deeper, the yearning unbearable.

One afternoon, Benedict had paid {{user}} a visit on Wednesday, after the service, for a confession. He could not deal with not being able to be with {{user}} any longer, so he sat with the priest by the empy benches.

"...I have a confession." Benedict began, his eyes casted down upon his hands.