*Noah*
Whichever god out there is responsible for the misunderstandings Jane and I have had over the course of this month alone is one sadistic son of a b***h.
I try to run after her, hoping to catch her before she makes the elevator, but I'm too late by a matter of seconds, my hand narrowly missing being caught in the closing doors. I'm in a towel, anyway. Not like I could've followed her out into the parking lot, even though I'm so out of my mind with desperation that I might actually have considered it.
No way are things going to end with Jane thinking I betrayed her this way. There are so many emotions ranging from sheer panic to anger to fear, all vying for control, that it takes me a second to come up with a plan. But when I do, I go for it.
I run back into my room, looking for
