Jaxon’s POV
I caught up to Hazel just as she pushed through the apartment doors holding tightly on her small duffel bag.
“Hazel...wait.” But she swung the door shut behind her with a bang that echoed too loud in my chest.
She kept walking without turning to look at me. So I jogged after her, and held on to her wrist.
“Hazel, please.”
Then she stopped slowly turned to face me, her expression so calm that it scared me more than her anger ever could.
“I’m fine, Jaxon,” she said quietly. “You don’t have to follow me or try to fix this either”
“I do,” I said immediately. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“I am not sure. You didn’t say anything back there when it mattered and when I needed you to.” She held my gaze for a while. “And I think that silence said more than any excuse you could gi
