"Truths, Tempers & Turning Points"
Hazel's POV
The silence between us had grown unbearable.
Alex hadn’t been the same since that dinner party.
Though he hadn’t said a word about what made him leave so abruptly, I knew something was wrong. He was distant. Distracted.
And I was drowning in guilt.
He hadn’t touched me in days. No kisses. No late-night talks. Only short nods and longer silences.
So I did what I always did when I wanted to fix things: I brought him coffee.
It was the least I could do.
I took a deep breath and carried the tray to his office, carefully knocking on the door.
No response.
I knocked again, and finally heard a distracted, "Come in."
He looked exhausted, papers scattered across his desk, tie loosened, brows furrowed.
I approached slowly. “I brought your c
