Christian's POV
I watched Hannah walk out of the bar, her tears burning into my mind long after she disappeared from sight. I stood there, frozen for what felt like an eternity, the weight of her words crashing down on me. How had I let things get to this point? How had I allowed the woman I loved more than anything to feel this kind of doubt, this kind of hurt?
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
I stepped out of the bar after her, my heart pounding. I couldn't let her go. Not like this. I had to make her understand. I caught sight of her just outside, wiping her eyes. Her posture looked defeated, and it broke something inside me. Without thinking, I closed the distance between us.
"Hannah," I said, reaching out to her.
She didn't turn around, but I saw the way her shoulders stiffened. "Christian, please," she said quietly, her voice raw. "I can't do this right now."