Chapter 19

Scarlett’s POV

William, William, William. That name hasn’t left my damn head these past days; I want to drown it and make it stop appearing in my mind. I mean, it’s not his fault. But why can’t I stop thinking about that night? About how he tried to help me with my claustrophobia and only made things worse? I don’t hate William; I care about him, enjoy spending time with him. But I’m starting to feel like we’re taking this friendship to a weird level, like if we like each other or feel some kind of attraction. A strange attraction, like that of a magnet.

I decided to spend the rest of the night writing notes in my notebook. I liked doing it from time to time; I also used to draw. I always wanted to be an artist, selling paintings and living my life creating landscapes that I liked. But that dream ended too soon; my parents were never on board with it. They didn’t want my life to revolve around drawing and trying to make people want to buy such a thing.

I sh