CHAPTER 98: Snow and Silence

　　Hannah's POV

　　The first snow of the season began to fall, delicate flakes swirling through the air, drifting lazily toward the ground. From my window, I watched as the street below was slowly dusted with white, a peaceful scene that did nothing to calm the storm brewing inside me.

　　From my window, I could see Christian still standing there, clutching the bouquet of roses in his hand. His dark suit looked thin, far too light for the cold that had set in. I frowned, wrapping my arms around myself.

　　He wasn't dressed for the weather, and I could tell he was freezing, but he made no move to leave. He just stood there, holding a bouquet of flowers that had already begun to wilt in the cold.

　　Why hadn't he left?

　　I should've felt satisfaction seeing him like this, standing outside in the bitter cold, looking miserable. But instead of the righteous anger I had expected, a familiar ache settled in my chest. Why did he always have this effect on me?