Ambrose's love for Scarlett was as clear as day, laid out for the world to see. The only thing he’d done to hide it was block Hazel from seeing it all.
Her friends exchanged concerned glances, the silence stretching on too long.
"Hazel, are you alright?" one of them finally asked, her voice laced with worry.
"There’s no need to waste your tears on someone like him," another chimed in. "Ambrose doesn’t deserve your love. Once he sees the truth about Scarlett, he’ll regret this for the rest of his life."
Hazel offered a faint smile, her eyes drifting to the lively streets outside the window.
"It’s fine. I don’t care anymore." Her voice was quieter, almost resigned. "But I do need a favor…"
In just a few days, she would leave this place, cutting ties with the past. She no longer had the luxury of drowning in heartbreak over Ambrose.
When Ambrose finally returned after days of silence, Hazel couldn’t muster a reaction. She remained distant, her indifference cutting through the tension.
Ambrose, for his part, was lost in his world. Even when he finally stepped inside, his eyes never left his phone, his fingers moving rapidly across the screen, oblivious to everything around him.