Jane’s Pov
I stormed into the living room, my anger building up. Two days. Two days since, Noel had withdrawn into himself, barely speaking to me. And it hurt even more because it came after he'd finally opened up to me, told me he loved me.
We lived together, shared a space, shared our lives. And yet, in these past two days, he'd been distant, detached. No explanation, no reassurance. Just silence.
"Noel," I said, my voice low and even, but laced with anger and hurt. "What's going on? You've been shutting me out for two days, and I want to know why."
He looked up from his phone, his eyes bleary, his expression guarded. "Jane, I—"
"Don't give me excuses," I cut him off, my hands on my hips. "We're past that. You told me you loved me, and I thought we were building something real. But
