Hannah's POV
I was standing by my kitchen window, mindlessly watching the world outside, when I spotted him. Christian.
The sight of him sent a wave of conflicting emotions crashing over me. I felt a tight knot of anger in my chest, but at the same time, a pang of longing I wished I could ignore.
What was he doing here? After everything, he still had the nerve to show up?
I clenched my jaw and turned away from the window, feeling my breath catch in my throat. I wasn't ready for this. I wasn't ready to see him again. How dare he show up here, now? After blocking him on every platform, cutting off all contact, he had the nerve to stand outside my apartment like some lovesick teenager.
Christian wants to pretend like everything could be fixed with a few flowers and some sweet words.