Liam's mind raced with uncertainty as he drove home, the silence in the car deafening. He couldn't shake off the feeling that he had been too impulsive in confessing his love to Fiona as the what-ifs swirled in his head like a vortex, pulling him down into a sea of anxiety.
"What if she doesn't feel the same way?" he thought, his heart sinking at the prospect. "What if she's just being kind to me out of gratitude?" he asked himself and shook his head.
He recalled their conversations, trying to read between the lines. Had she given him any indication that she felt the same way? Thinking about it, he discovered there was.
The connection from when she was at his place and the kiss in the cinema. Also, there was something about the way she looked at him, the way she smiled when they talked.
"But what if that's just friendship?" he countered, his mind arguing with itself. Maybe he was all in his thoughts.
