Hannah
Noah was silent for a long moment, his expression utterly unreadable in the dim glow of the parking lot lights. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and even.
“We don’t need to talk about love right now, Hannah.”
I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head in disbelief. Of course he would dwindle it down to that; down to nothing at all.
“No? Then when, Noah?” I demanded, taking a step closer to him. “When are we going to talk about the fact that you clearly still have feelings for your ex-girlfriend? That you’ve had feelings for her since… forever?”
“Hannah…” Noah pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a weary sigh.
“You’re a coward,” I spat out, the words rushing out of my lips before I could stop them. “You’re too afraid to face your own emotions, a
