As the ferris wheel began to move, a wave of familiar thrill washed over me, igniting a flutter of anticipation deep within my chest. Slowly but surely, we ascended toward the pinnacle of the ride, a point where the world would unfurl itself beneath us like a vast, intricate tapestry. My gaze shifted to Zion, who sat beside me, his demeanor strikingly calm yet marked by an air of something subdued. The silence that enveloped us felt heavier than the night itself, prickling the air with unspoken tension. I couldn’t shake the feeling that he might be wrestling with a wave of nerves beneath his composed exterior. After all, he had confessed earlier that he harbored a fear of ferris wheels—something he’d been candid about, which only heightened my concern. It made sense for him to be anxious o
