Jane’s POV
I didn’t sleep. I couldn't sleep because my heart kept expecting someone.
I wasn't supposed to wait for him. I wasn't supposed to expect him, but I just ended up waiting. I keep on hoping. Even the smallest sound outside my door made my heart jump.
I jump up when I hear footsteps in the corridor. Even the wind brushing against the windows gave me hope.
I kept thinking he’ll come. Or he would call him.
Even if it’s just to argue. Even if it was just to glare at me or scold me again, he would come.
But the door remained closed. Nobody knocked, nobody requested my presence. It was just me and the pain in my hands and heart.
By the time dawn crept through the curtains, I understood that he would have come if he wanted to. He chose not to come.
I sat up slowly, my bandage
