Olivia's POV
I shook my head, crying harder.
"I don't want anyone to feel unloved," I sobbed. "I don't—I don't want to hurt you. I just… I don't know how to stop my heart…"
Louis smiled sadly.
"You don't have to stop it," he said gently. "Just… let us find our place in it too."
I looked up at him with watery eyes.
"Have I been failing you?" I whispered.
Louis let out a shaky breath, brushing my hair back gently.
"No," he said.
"You are just human."
My knees weakened.
He caught me before I could fall, his arms wrapping around me softly—carefully—like I was something fragile.
"Come here," he whispered. "Let it out."
And I did.
I cried into his chest again.
This time, not just from pain
—but from guilt.
From fear.
