Louis's POV
She looked up at me, her eyes red and full of guilt.
And for a moment, I forgot my own pain.
I sighed quietly, running a hand through my hair before speaking. "Olivia, stop blaming yourself. None of this is your fault. Lennox made his choices. He'd do anything for the people he loves."
She shook her head. "And now look where that's gotten him," she whispered, her voice breaking. "He's dying because of me."
I knelt beside her, my tone soft. "No. He's fighting because of you. That's the difference."
Her lips trembled, but I pressed on. "You're the reason he's still holding on. Even like this, his bond with you is keeping him here. Don't call that a curse."
Her eyes filled again, and she let out a shaky breath. "Then why does it feel like I'm killing him instead of saving him?"