"Let's go," Sarah said, addressing Weyna before shifting her gaze towards Elijah. She walked past Noah, paying him no mind. Though there were many thoughts swirling in her head after overhearing their conversation, she made the conscious decision to ignore them and simply ran away.
"Where are you going?" Noah abruptly halted Sarah's steps, gripping her arm tightly. He positioned himself in front of her, blocking her path. "We need to talk," he asserted, his tone demanding her attention.
"I don't think there is anything left for us to talk about," Sarah tried her best to sound calm as she pushed his hand, but it remained firmly in place, unfazed by her efforts.
Noah glared at her, his nostrils flaring with anger. "Why did you cut your hair?" he demanded.
"I removed the one thing you like about me, to make it easier for you," Sarah retorted, a smug smirk playing on her lips.
"Who gave you the permission?" Noah's voice was filled with irrationality.
