*Kelvin's POV*
I stood outside Helen's apartment door at eight in the morning, a bouquet of her favorite flowers in one hand and my heart in my throat.
We hadn't spoken since last night. After she'd left, I'd tried calling, texting, anything to reach her. She'd finally responded around midnight with a simple *I'm okay. Need time to think.*
I'd barely slept, replaying our fight over and over, dissecting every word, wondering how we'd gone from happy to broken in the span of twenty minutes.
But I knew one thing with absolute certainty: I wasn't going to let a misunderstanding destroy us.
I knocked on her door.
There was a long pause, then I heard footsteps. The door opened, and Helen stood there in pajamas, her hair messy, her eyes red and swollen from crying.
We stared at each other
