Hannah's POV
The bar had grown a little louder as the night wore on, the clinking of glasses and low hum of conversation blending into the background as I sat across from Aubrey, my heart heavy.
I had spilled everything to her, my fears, my frustrations, and my uncertainty about Christian. She listened quietly, nodding as I let the words flow, my fingers tracing the rim of my drink absentmindedly.
"I just don't know what to do, Aubrey," I said, my voice quieter than I intended. "I love him, but I feel like he's slipping away, and I don't know how to hold on."
Aubrey placed a hand on mine, squeezing it gently. "Hannah, you've been strong through so much. You need to remember that, no matter what happens. But you deserve someone who's going to meet you halfway."