*Jane*

Not again.

This is not happening again.

The first time was a forgivable offense, but I hate how this feels like it’s becoming a habit. The second Noah walks away from me, I give myself a few seconds to feel hurt before I turn on my heel and leave.

I remember his words from the night before. That apology rings empty now in the face of what he just said. I get pressure and stress, but I refuse to just stand ...