OWEN'S POV
I could not take it anymore.
‘I might regret it if I don't make a move now and it becomes too late.’ I thought to myself.
I had tried to give her space. I’ve tried to be patient. I had told myself that maybe if I stayed quiet long enough and let things cool down Zoe would come back around. But now watching her drift further from me like I was a stranger again after all we had been through, it was unbearable.
My chest still felt tight from the moment she walked out of my house with her bags and our goodbye felt forced. Like I hadn’t held her hands in mine just nights before. Like I didn’t care.
But I did. More than she knew.
I stood up from my desk ignoring the stack of documents I was supposed to go over. I started walking before I realised it. I walked straight to her
