Only Two Can End Up Happy [ book 2 ]

seventeen

Boston~

The car ride home is awfully quiet. It pains me, knowing there's so much that Olivia isn't saying, but I refuse to pressure her to tell me anything.

I just want to fix everything; it's all out of my control.

"Olivia," I softly say. She won't look at me. "Are you okay. Truly are you okay?"

"I'm fine Boston."

"You've been different since you got back,"

"Of course I've been different Boston. Things change."

"Olivia,"

"I'm not doing this with you Boston. It always ends up the same anyways." She spits. It hits me somewhere deep. "It's not your business, may I add."

"It's my business if your upset because of me Olivia."

"I'm not upset because of you. I guess- I don't know. Just forget it,"

She sniffles twice, before she wipes away a tear. I just about stop the car to do it for her.

"You can talk to me sweetheart," I say, almost pleading with her.

"I just- I thought that going away, and taking some time to myself would fix things, but I'm so tired Boston. Im so tired of pretending that everything is okay."

"You don't have to pretend Olivia, and especially not when it's me." Im pleading, and it causes me physical agony knowing that Olivia feels like this.

She shakes her head, and I want more than anything to know what I can do to take all of the burdens off of her shoulders.

"You don't understand Boston," She hiccups.

"I want to understand."

"I- I don't know who I am anymore." She confesses. It's hurts me so deeply, because I know. She's been struggling for far too long and I've done nothing but be a complete dick to her.

"Before my mom died, I had this whole idea of what I was going to do. I wanted my parents to be proud of me. Then she got in that accident, and my whole world flipped upside-down. A part of me went missing that day," She tells me, instinctively going to spin her mothers ring around her finger, although, it's not there anymore. She doesn't seem bothered.

"I tried to hide it. No one noticed that I was drowning, and truthfully, I liked it that way. Then my dad got sick, and there was this part of me that knew he wasn't going to make it. I guess, just, since he's died, I have lost everything I thought I was." The words slip from her lips, and I can see every wall she's built come tumbling down.

"I look in the mirror and I don't recognize myself." Olivia confesses as we pull into the parking lot of our apartment complex. "And like a cherry on top, I was convincing myself that I didn't love you,"

"Olivia," I softly say, brushing a hair off of her face. "I could see it. Well, I could see some of it. I knew your were struggling, and fuck I am so sorry I never did anything to help you."

"It's nothing you could have fixed Boston." Olivia whispers, stepping out of the car, letting herself fall into my open arms. She hugs me tight, softly breathing against my chest.

And I want hold her like this, forever.