“Olivia,” I whisper clearly. “Please don’t leave me. Please stay with me.” Her sadness is all over her face—she’s looking at me like I’m the one breaking her heart, her eyes following a tear as it slides down my cheek. “Please,” I beg. “Accept my v-version of love. Pl-ease. I love you, Ol-l-l—” Olivia doesn’t tell me she loves me back, or that she’ll stay. She just gives me a warm smile and pulls her hand away before squeezing past me. I don’t turn around to watch her walk out of my life for good.
