HAZEL STYLES POV

I watched as he walked out the door, the aching void in my soul widening. Every step he took made it difficult to breathe. Was loving someone supposed to feel like this? It felt as if someone had their hand around my heart and was squeezing without a care that I was dying.

He said he was going to come back, so why did it feel like I was losing him forever?

I moved toward the door, the urge to go after him intensifying as he turned the corner and disappeared from my ...