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Romeo wasn’t good. He wasn’t fine. And he most certainly wasn’t okay. His conversation with Olivia had been eye-opening, to say the least. The start of Autumn had brought on new beginnings and like the auburn leaves which crunched beneath his feet, Romeo was both crumbling and hoping for a metamorphosis. He wanted to change and yet the day felt doomed at best. It’d been eight months since he’d last taken her on a date. The time between had been a period he’d rather forget, each memory weighing heavy on his heart. He was, for all intents and purposes, sad. Yet like a beacon of light in the darkest hour, Olivia shined through. She was his sole silver lining—- the one propeller that kept him moving forward. His green light. Thus, he’d elected to try. Really try. So many months, years even, had been wasted and for what? He loved her. He was sure of it. Even if he didn’t understand how or why, he could feel the way her very presence moved his leaden soul. Choked him up and sent him spinning with indescribable emotion. Olivia Porter had always been the beginning and the end of Romeo Saint James. She was the cosmos—- a universe he couldn’t hope to comprehend but he’d spend his whole life admiring. Through all the pain, wickedness, and suffering, there’d been her. Eternal and beautiful. So as he walked alongside the park, her hand in his, Romeo’s chest swelled with love. It’d been a long time since he’d felt the demons hush. The tranquility of being by her side was a feeling he could spend the rest of his life experiencing. “I need you to promise you won’t laugh,” Romeo told her, boyish smile shyly displaying on his features. “It’s been a while since I’ve done this, so I’m working off the movies here.” His fingers clutched the bag in his hand tightly. “If you don’t like it, we can do something else. Just don’t tell me it sucks. My pride can’t handle that sort of honesty.” He was nervous. Romeo wanted so badly to make it work and he feared that he’d done too much. What he had planned was nothing short of a scene from a romcom—- romantic, cheesy, and highly uncomfortable for a man of his nature—- but it was for Olivia. A woman who deserved that and so much more. Gripping her hand, he stopped a few feet before the intended destination. “Close your eyes,” he told her. “And trust me.”