After leaving Mark's room, I sought solace at the rustic wooden table just outside the cabin. The night draped around me like a heavy velvet curtain, and I was wrestling with the tempestuous whirlwind of emotions within. The decision to suppress my feelings for Ava, even though it was necessary, weighed on my conscience like a leaden shroud.
I yearned for a moment of respite, a chance to untangle the complex web of emotions threatening to overwhelm me.
In the tranquil embrace of the moonlit darkness, I became aware of Ava's soft, cautious footsteps drawing nearer. Her very presence exuded a blend of deep concern and empathetic understanding.
Seated beside me, as if guided by an invisible connection to my inner turmoil, Ava attempted to soothe my troubled soul with a touch of levity. “I
