Scene 4 — Unspoken Feelings
Andrew didn't respond.
He simply leaned back in his chair, eyes closed, head tilted up toward the ceiling—as if the act of breathing near her memory was overwhelming.
Sam groaned dramatically.
"Hurry up, man. She's in high school, for God's sake. What if someone else starts dating her? You do know teen relationships grow like mushrooms, right? Boom! Gone in a week!"
Andrew's eyes snapped open, sharp and threatening.
"Shut up, or I'll personally throw you off the balcony."
Sam held up both hands, grinning.
"Okay, okay! I'll stop. But seriously…"
He tilted his head, eyeing Andrew with something almost like concern.
"If you keep walking around her like some cold CEO with your 'I-own-the-world' attitude, she's going to get scared. She's seventeen, not your boardroom intern."
A flicker of something flashed in Andrew's golden eyes—too brief to name.
Then came the low, ice-edged reply:
"I won't let her run away."
The words were quiet. Final.
Not a threat…
A promise.
Sam blinked, caught off-guard by the steel in Andrew's voice. Then, as if trying to lighten the moment, he said:
"Anyway, where is she? I haven't even seen her yet. At least introduce me before you lock her away like a secret fairy tale."
He turned toward the door, already halfway across the room.
But before he could touch the handle—
Andrew was suddenly on his feet, hand gripping Sam's wrist.
The speed was shocking. Silent. Like a shadow that had just come alive.
"It's not the right time," he said firmly.
"She's not ready. She's… still confused."
Sam studied Andrew's face. For the first time, it wasn't unreadable.
There was hesitation. Guilt.
And something dangerously close to vulnerability.
"Alright, alright. Got it."
Sam stepped back, voice softening.
The room fell silent, thick with everything unsaid.
Five minutes passed like five eternities.
Finally, Sam sighed and reached for the door again.
"I'm leaving now."
He glanced back.
"Till then... hold onto those feelings before they burn a hole in your chest."
The door closed behind him with a soft click.
And then...
Cut to Sarah—fast asleep in her room, curled under a lavender comforter, hugging her pillow like it was her safest place on earth.
Her chest rose and fell gently.
Unaware.
Untouched by the storm that brewed just outside her door.
Back in his office, Andrew sat behind his desk—still, tense, and utterly… restless.
His eyes locked on the floor.
But his mind?
Always on her.
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💫 End of Scene 4.
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