From the outset

Four

Scarlett's POV:

Night drew close, and everyone retired to their separate rooms, bidding each other goodnight. But sleep eluded me. My mind wandered to Ryan, his lovely soul etched in my thoughts.

On our way to the townhouse, I felt an undeniable connection whenever we were together. I couldn't help but steal glances at him earlier when I shared stories of my  trip to Paris with his family. His smile seemed forced, masking a deeper sadness in his eyes.

What could be troubling him?

Was it work or family stress?

My thoughts swirled with possibilities, fueling my curiosity.

I longed to understand him, to help.

Why did I feel this strong connection?

Could it be I'm.....?

I waved the thought aside. "No, it can't be," I whispered to myself. "I'm just concerned, that's all."

But the words felt hollow.

My heart knew better.

This connection felt different.

Yet, I hesitated to acknowledge it.

As the night wore on, my thoughts refused to quiet. Ryan's smile, his laughter, and those haunting eyes lingered in my mind.

Why did I feel this strong connection?

Was it empathy, or something more?

I tried to rationalize, telling myself I was just concerned about a friend. But the flutter in my chest betrayed my attempts.

I tossed and turned, memories of Ryan flooding my thoughts.

Our conversations, effortless and genuine.

His kindness, his compassion.

The way he listened, truly heard me.

My heart skipped a beat.

Could I be falling for Ryan?

The possibility both thrilled and terrified me.

What if he didn't feel the same?

What if this connection was one-sided?

I forced myself to breathe, calming my racing thoughts.

Can't wait to see him Tomorrow.

With those thoughts swirling, I finally surrendered to exhaustion. My eyelids grew heavy, and I drifted into a deep sleep, escaping into a land of peace.

The soft darkness enveloped me, calming my racing thoughts. Ryan's smile lingered, a gentle whisper in my subconscious.