Olivia's POV
I was standing in a vast, open yard surrounded by towering trees and long, swaying grasses. The place felt unreal—like something pulled straight out of a fairy tale.
Then I saw him.
Lennox.
He stood a few feet away from me, his back turned, shoulders tense. His black hair moved slightly with the wind, but he didn't turn around. My heart leapt painfully in my chest.
"Lennox…" I called, my voice trembling.
He didn't answer.
I took a step forward, reaching out a hand toward him. "Please—turn around. It's me."
"Stop," he said quietly, his voice deep and calm but distant—like it was coming from far away.
I froze.
"You have to go back, Olivia," he said again, still not facing me. "This place… it's not for you."
My throat tightened. "Then come with me," I whispered. "Let's go back together. Please."
He shook his head slowly. "I can't."