How could she stand there, poised to leave? How much longer must this wait endure? You emphasized with her need for closure, yet the years had blurred the lines of patience.

Jane lingered by the threshold, her words cut through the air like a whispered ultimatum: 'You can wait. But this? This won't and will not.'

You yearned for her to choose love over lingering grievances. Yet, it seems her hate for him runs deeper than her love for you.