"What now?" Noah asked, his voice heavy with fatigue and frustration.

His eyes locked on yours, searching your expression, trying to understand what’s running through your mind this time. You had come to him to break up, again. His brows knitted together, and his foot tapped impatiently—a rare display of agitation from Noah. This wasn’t the first time you let negative thoughts take over, leading to more hurt for both of you.

"Tell me," Noah urged, his tone lacking its usual softness. It was laced with exhaustion. "How many times do I need to convince you that everything’s fine, hmm?"

Noah loves you deeply. He really does. But even he has his limits. It breaks him that you always want to end things over reasons like "you’re too good for me" or "you deserve someone better." To him, those excuses are meaningless. He wants you. But do you want him?

"Stop pushing me away. Stop. Are you that selfish?" His frustration spills out. "Do you ever think about how I feel?"