Hannah's POV
He's been glued to that chair for nearly an hour now, lost in his turmoil. I feel the urge to say something, anything, to lift his spirits, but I hesitate; it's not my place. His distress is palpable, and it pains me to witness. He's wrestling with the prospect of marrying Krystal, a decision he's clearly not at peace with.
"I'm screwing everything up," he murmurs, his head cradled in his hands, elbows propped on the armrest. He's utterly shattered, and it's unbearable for me to witness. "Do you really despise me, Hannah? Do you wish I were out of your life for good? Be honest, because I can't bear the thought of losing you completely."
"You feel compelled to marry Krystal..." I begin, words slipping out before I can filter them.
"I don't want to... I have to... But wantin
