Serendipity

Haunted

TW: attempted suicide

also A/N: Italicized words in E's POV are flashbacks.

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Charlotte's POV:

As the days pass, I can feel that Engfa and I are getting closer. I see more of her every day, watching quietly from the sidelines.

But there's something between us we haven't talked about yet. It's like this unspoken thing hanging in the air, keeping us from saying what we really feel.

I like being around her. Her playful personality makes everything seem brighter, and her eyes tell stories I want to hear more of, though sometimes, I see a glimpse of something behind her eyes — a loneliness that echoes in the quiet moments between us. It makes me ache for her, wanting to reach out and offer comfort, yet unsure if I'm the right person to do so.

Sometimes, when I look at her, I can tell how lonely and broken she is, no matter how wide her smile, or how playful her smirk was.

And that made me want to know her more. I want to be close to her more. I want to know all of her pain, all of the things that made her ache. This attraction, this emotion that I am feeling for her, I can't name it. I won't.

Is this love? I often ask myself when I'm alone.

What if this isn't love? What if it's just the thrill of being with someone so different from me? I've never met someone like her before. Someone who contradicts every inch of me, someone that knows how to push every wrong buttons. Someone who successful got under my skin.

I've never been in love before, and I've never liked someone this much as well. It's all new and confusing.

Engfa carries deep wounds from her past, and I worry I can't match the love she once had. I'm afraid of pushing her away or adding to her pain. But despite my doubts, I'm drawn to her like a magnet, wanting to understand every part of her, to be closer in ways words can't describe.

Navigating these feelings is new and overwhelming, like exploring uncharted waters. But in her complexity, I find a curiosity and yearning that won't fade, despite the uncertainties that tug at my heart.

Though, this uncertainty makes me hesitate, makes me hold back my feelings. I don't want to push her away or reopen wounds that may never fully heal. I don't want to dive head first in this unfamiliar sea of emotions which I am feeling for her. At least not yet.

"Put these on that table in front of the pavilion, will you?" Heidi ordered Win as she handed him a stack of elegant place settings.

We were all bustling around the resort, getting everything ready for the debut party. Tina was expertly blending liquors at the makeshift bar, ensuring each cocktail was a perfect blend of flavors that would delight our guests. Marima, with her keen eye for detail, was meticulously arranging the decor around the pavilion, ensuring every flower, candle, and piece of ornamentation was in its perfect place.

I smiled as I watched them work with ease. The past week had been a whirlwind of promotion strategies—pasting posters across the city, launching online advertisements, and spreading the word about Blue Haven Resort far and wide. Now, standing amidst the bustling preparations for the debut party, I felt a sense of accomplishment. Our mission to elevate Blue Haven Resort's profile was finally paying off, and people were starting to recognize our name.

The atmosphere buzzed with excitement and anticipation as the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over our preparations.

"Could you adjust the lighting around the pavilion to be a bit softer?" I asked Marima, who nodded and immediately set about tweaking the lights to create a more intimate ambiance.