"Ethan's point of view,"
"Would you genuinely teach me how to do fishing?" She gave me a bewildered glance.
I responded, "Of course," gazing into her hazel eyes.
"After all, there is a competition between us to see who can catch more fish, which is why you are teaching me to fish. If you teach me to fish, then the chances of winning the challenge will decrease." She asks why I want to teach her to fish, and I don't even know the answer.
I'll try whatever it takes to succeed in this challenge. Then why am I putting myself in a position to fail by introducing her to the sport of fishing?Because you don't see her losing. You are a good person who supports others when they are in need.
Am I truly such a wonderful person? I can't believe it at all; my subconscious is praising me for the first time.
It's unnecessary to be overly joyful because you are not a decent guy, and you agreed to help Stella change her opinion of you. Otherwise, you are a very arrogant and egotistical man.
Oh god, what is the issue with my subconscious mind, after all?
"Do you want to learn how to fish, Mrs. Woods?"
"Mr.Woods, you were interested in teaching me to fish, but now that you are getting furious at me for no apparent reason, I haven't sought your help." She sat down with her face turned away from me after turning her back on me once more.
Oh no, I should not have spoken to her in such a harsh manner. I wanted to show her I am a kind person who is always willing to assist others. She had previously referred to me as selfish and claimed that I was constantly looking for ways to flatter myself.
Am I what she claimed I was?
No, you are not at all like that. They should always admire you for your talent. My male ego advised me to ignore Stella's statements.
It's true what Stella said about you, Ethan. You are incredibly haughty. As usual, my subconscious agreed with Stella in this situation as well.
Please stop talking and stop making me think about this so much. Why do I give Stella such a lot of thought? Why do I always consider this, after all—what she thinks of me and what not? Why has this girl started to have such an impact on me?
You like her, so my subconscious gave me the solution right away.
Your nonsense must end. This is incorrect. I just find myself drawn to her because we have spent so much time together.
Well, you mean to suggest that it only attracted you to her physically? My subconscious asked.
I may not be sure how I feel about her, but I enjoy being around her and conversing with her.
"There is a significant catch in my fishing rod; could you please assist me in pulling the rod out of the water?" She announced this with much joy in her voice. I ended the conversation with my subconscious when I heard her voice.
I became so absorbed in her thoughts that I failed to see that Stella, who was angry with me, was seated in the opposite direction and put all of her focus on fishing.
I previously warned you that if you don't speak to her, all of your thoughts will be focused on her. My subconscious quickly provided evidence to support its claims.
"Will you not aid me this much right now, Mr. Woods?" My focus quickly turned to her when I heard her complaining voice.
"Why would I refuse to assist my wonderful wife, Mrs. Woods?" She blushes whenever I refer to her as my wife. I keep telling her she is my wife because I love the pink color of her face. I approached her and placed my hands over her hands to hold the fishing rod.
My entire torso was in contact with her back. To gain a better look at the fishing road, I leaned my face over her shoulder. Her ear and my lips were practically in contact.
Oh my god, her ears' skin is as soft as the rest of her body. I suddenly had the impulse to put my lips close to her ear. Considering how close I am to her, I have an even stronger need to feel every inch of her body.
She is quite apprehensive about feeling my closeness. She began contracting every part of her body so that it wouldn't contact mine.
"Relax, Mrs. Woods; I'm only assisting you in pulling your road out of the water," I said softly in her ear.
She gave a nod of consent.
Yet, I could feel the heat from her face on my cheeks.
"1 2 3 and start..." To lift the fishing rod, I rolled.
"Whoa, did you see that, Mr. Woods?" As soon as the fishing rod emerged from the water, she exclaimed in a voice filled with joy.
"Such a large fish! Likewise," I was astounded by the fish's size. There was only one fish in her bucket.
"Mrs. Woods, I am incredibly impressed by you."
"Yet we decided on the contest to see who could catch more fish between us." She remarked, glancing at my bucket.
"No issue; try catching more fish right now." I don't know why, but whenever I see her dejected, an odd emotion arises within me.
I don't want to see her face filled with misery. Knowing the cause of her melancholy, whenever I notice it in her, I attempt to get rid of it.
What is happening to me? I'm not sure why I feel such strong emotions about Stella.
"No fish will now be caught on my road, Mr. Woods."
"Why?" I questioned her as I observed her. Considering that you had kept every fish in your bucket when I finished listening to her, I couldn't stop giggling.
"Mrs. Woods, we are not fishing by a pond but by the sea." I made her look toward the water.
She immediately prepared to go fishing again after hearing what I had to say and followed my advice. Amazingly, Stella Parker re-inspired herself so rapidly to pick up fishing. Seeing her spirit made me feel incredibly proud.
I admit she is incredibly obstinate, but I grew more attracted to her when I saw she uses her obstinacy to develop and better herself. I'm learning more and more intriguing and enigmatic things about this girl the more time I spend with her.
Stella Parker, who sits before me, is taking on the appearance of a storybook to me right now; with each passing page, she piques my curiosity about what happens next.