Midnights like these - Spreen✰

Residual feelings

Olivia's pov: 

The night was quiet in my apartment as Ivan and I sat together on the couch. His presence has always felt like a warm embrace. But the approaching reality of his departure, made me feel anxious somehow, like the feeling you have when you have a presentation to do in front of your whole class.

-So, when is your flight back to Argentina, again? - I turned to Ivan, as my voice trembled slightly.

-In two days. It came so quickly. - He responded

I nodded, a lump suddenly formed in my throat. These past few days with him had been nothing short of magical, like a fairytale. But the thought of him leaving wouldn't come out of my mind.

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Spreen's pov:

We continued to talk into the night. Olivia had a way of making me feel like I was the only person in the world that mattered, and I found myself sharing things about my childhood in Santa Fé. The endless summers, and my teenage years.

-What about you Liv? - I asked curious. - Tell me about your childhood and teenage years.

Her expression shifted, and I could sense a heaviness in her words.

-I don't remember much about my childhood. And my teenage years were... complicated. - She admitted softly.

As she spoke, I watched her eyes glisten with unshed tears. Without a second thought, I pulled her into my arms, holding her close

-I'm sorry. I should've not asked that. You don't have to say anything more. - I whispered, my voice was filled with regret.

How could I have been so stupid? She had told me briefly about her past, and how much had hurt her. How could've I been so superficial and not realised the question I had just asked her?

-It's okay. It's not your fault. - She replied, her voice was still trembling slightly.

Olivia's pov:

My past was a tangle of bad memories and unresolved issues with my family, that would never be resolved. Talking about it was always a challenge.

-Liv, how are you doing with your eating disorder? - Ivan asked breaking the silence.

I hesitated for a moment before responding. My eating disorder. There wasn't much to say, or was it? I didn't want him to know the truth, because I didn't acknowledge her either, I pretended that I was fine even to myself.

-I don't really want to talk about it. I'm kind of okay I guess.  - I finally spoke.

-That's okay. I'm here for you, whenever you're ready to talk. - He said softly, his fingers brushing a strand of hair off my face.

-Thank you. - I responded.

Spreen's pov: