## Hazel's POV
The morning air felt cool against my tear-stained face as I sat in the back of the taxi. My heart felt like it had been ripped from my chest, leaving a hollow ache where Liam's warmth had been just hours ago.
I stared at my phone. Five missed calls from him already.
"You okay, miss?" The driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror.
"I'm fine," I lied, my voice cracking.
As soon as I got home, I called Chloe.
"I need you," I said simply when she answered.
"I'll be right there," she replied without hesitation. "What happened?"
"I left him. I left a note and walked out while he was sleeping."
A pause. "Are you sure that's what you want?"
My eyes welled with fresh tears. "No. Yes. I don't know anymore."
"Call the girls," Chloe said firmly. "I'll arrange everything."
