Olivia’s POV
The room felt different now. For the first time in a long while, it wasn’t filled with anger. It was quiet, gentle—like after a big storm when everything is still, but you can finally breathe again.
Tears slid down my cheeks as I gave a shaky smile. "Thank you," I whispered. "This is all I ever wanted—for us to stop hurting each other."
Lennox rubbed a hand over his face. When he looked at me again, his eyes weren’t hard anymore. They were tired and open. "No more fights," he said softly. "I promise."
Levi lifted his head, his voice low. "I promise too. No more jealousy. No more harsh words. I’ll work on it." He looked at Lennox with guilt in his eyes. "And no more accusing you. I was wrong."
Louis smiled. "Then we start over," he said. "Together. We’re not perfect, but we’ll keep trying. For you, Olivia. For all of us."
My heart squeezed so tight it almost hurt. Relief. Love. Hope. For the first time, I felt like maybe—just maybe—we could really fix this.
Lennox moved first. He knelt in front of me and took my hands, lowering his head until his forehead brushed my knuckles. "I’m sorry," he whispered.
Levi came next. He sat on my other side and placed his hand over mine too. His eyes were soft, full of regret. "Me too. I was wrong about everything."
Then Louis stepped forward, standing tall in front of us. His voice was strong. "No more pulling you apart. We’ll learn to do this right."
That was it—the last piece.
I reached for them all. My fingers curled around Lennox’s wrist, my other hand held Levi’s, and my eyes locked with Louis’s steady gaze.
Slowly, we leaned into each other. Levi’s arm came around my shoulders, Lennox pressed his forehead against my temple, and Louis rested a firm hand on my back.
The four of us. Tangled. Messy. But together.
More tears fell, soaking Levi’s shirt, but this time I didn’t hide them. "Please," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Let this be the start. No more breaking. Just us. Together."
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