Lena’s Pov
I stood in the doorway of Noah’s room and watched him fold a stack of shirts into a black duffel bag. The sight hit me harder than I expected. One drawer already sat empty, and the sketchbooks he kept on the shelf were gone. He did not look up when I stepped inside and closed the door softly behind me.
“You’re really leaving,” I said, and my voice came out smaller than I wanted.
Noah kept folding. “The lease starts tomorrow,” he answered quietly. “The studio is small, but it’s mine, and it stops all of this before someone gets destroyed.”
I crossed the room and sat on the edge of his bed because my legs felt shaky. “Do you regret it?” I asked and looked at him straight. “Any of it. Tell me the truth, Noah.”
He stopped, holding a gray tee in his hands, and finally met my ey
