Christian's POV
I had spent the entire day thinking about her. About us. The argument, the misunderstanding, the distance that had grown between us. And I knew, with every fiber of my being, that I needed to fix it. I couldn't let this rift deepen. I loved Hannah too much to let her slip away.
I stood outside the flower shop, staring at the bouquet in my hands. Roses, her favorite. I thought they might help soften the blow.
Hannah hadn't responded to any of my calls. I couldn't text her, couldn't message her on social media, she'd blocked me on everything. I'd been wracking my brain all day, trying to figure out how to fix this.
I needed to see her, to clear things up, to explain everything. My heart raced with the fear that if I didn't act soon, she might really slip away.
I checked my phone again. Nothing. No response. I had no way to reach her.