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.
From love I didn’t know how to divide. To me, I love them equally... in my heart I love them equally, but it seems I didn’t know how to show them. Maybe that’s my fault... my fault was not being able to show Levi and Louis that I love them just as much as I love Lennox.
Louis held me like he’d hold something precious.
Like he had been waiting to hold me for a long time.
Sucking a deep breath, I pulled away from Louis’s grip.
"Louis..." I whispered, wiping my face weakly. "I just... I want to rest. I want to lie down. I want to sleep."
Louis’s gentle expression shifted immediately.
Worried. Protective. Alert.
He shook his head before I even finished speaking.
"No," he said firmly. "You’re not sleeping alone tonight."
I frowned through my tears. "Louis, I’ll be fine—" 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮
"No," he repeated, stepping closer, his eyes soft but stubborn. "Olivia, you broke down twice today. Your emotions are everywhere. You almost burned the room earlier. You’re exhausted. And you’re not sleeping alone."
I opened my mouth to argue again, but he dropped his voice—deep, gentle, serious.
"I’m not leaving you to cry by yourself. Not tonight."
Something in my chest melted.
I swallowed and looked down, my voice small. "But Louis... I don’t want to burden you."
He stepped forward and touched my chin, lifting my face.
"You’re not a burden," he whispered. "You’re my mate."
My eyes stung again.
I sighed softly and nodded because I knew I couldn’t win this argument—not with Louis looking at me like that.
"Fine..." I whispered.
Louis let out a breath of relief. "Thank you."
I walked past him and stepped into my bathroom.
The moment the warm water hit my skin, Louis’s words replayed in my head:
"Just... let us find our place in your heart too."
I pressed a hand to my chest and closed my eyes.
I did love them. All three. Equally. Deeply.
I just didn’t know how to show it.
Maybe that was my fault.
Maybe I had been holding onto the guilt of losing Lennox for so long that I forgot Louis and Levi needed reassurance too.
The shower washed some of the heaviness off my skin, but not off my heart.
When I stepped out, I wrapped myself in a towel and slipped into clean clothes—something simple, something comfortable.
I opened the bathroom door quietly.
Louis was already sitting on the bed.
Not lying down. Not relaxed.
Like he wanted to be sure I didn’t faint. Or cry again. Or disappear.
His eyes softened when he saw me.
"Come," he said gently, patting the space beside him.
I walked over slowly and climbed into the bed.
He lay back against the pillows, and without thinking, I moved closer—resting my head on his chest.
His heartbeat was strong. Steady. Warm.
His arm slid around me instantly, pulling me close but softly... tenderly... as if he didn’t want to overwhelm me.
"Is this okay?" he whispered.
I nodded against him. "Yes."
I closed my eyes, listening to his heartbeat.
Louis stayed still as he gently stroked my hair.

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