olivia’s heart thudded in her chest, each beat threatening to jump out of her body. the boyfriend of someone she loved was standing in her apartment, and once she spoke what she needed to say, he could possibly kill her.
all she had to do was stay calm, speak calm, and keep him away from any possible knifes. that’ll do just fine.
“come along, this way!” olivia chirped, guiding him to the living room. she sat down first on the worn down, leather couch, making a creaking noise as her weight settled. most of her furniture was like this. with all the bills and rent that she had to pay, olivia could only settle for hand-me-down furniture and anything salvageable from the dumpster. but hey, olivia was pretty proud. her apartment looked cozy, as if an old lady threw up everywhere and just left it all up. elderly interior design at it’s finest.
“you can have some water, if you’d like. but by all means, if you’d like anything else, i have cranberry juice, milk, and some beers in the fridge, if you’re interested.” olivia fidgeted with her sleeves, never looking up at him once. she really didn’t want to start on with the conversation, but then what would be the point of him coming over here? it’s just once olivia started talking, she wouldn’t know when to stop. she didn’t know how much would be too much for zack to hear.
she didn’t know much about him, but she knew a few facts due to her working with noelle. he was an amazing boyfriend, apparently the best kisser, and he had his temper. it didn’t seem like he was raised in a flourished household like noelle and olivia did. noelle was wealthy, and olivia grew up with a tight knit family, who flourished her with loving culture and a caring nature. if there was anything the three of them had in common, it was that they had scars which could have been prevented, but weren’t.
it wasn’t that olivia wanted noelle back in her life, actually, she wanted the opposite. it was nice having noelle as her friend and all, but it wasn’t working out so well. whenever noelle stood too close, olivia would catch herself glancing at her lips rather than her eyes. whenever olivia’s fingers slightly brushed past noelle’s, her stomach would flip somersaults. and as olivia took her lunch break, she would watch as noelle worked, wondering what it would be like if she took her to the backroom, and just kissed and giggled for hours, like old times. olivia didn’t want that anymore, but her heart was ignoring her brain. she was tired of going to sleep every night, feeling her chest drain her head feel heavy, scared of being alone. noelle was the only person who made her feel completely whole, but now she was gone, and olivia didn’t really know how to put herself back together. even after two other relationships, they didn’t make her feel as complete as noelle did.
“so, i called you here because i need to talk to you about noelle.” olivia gulped, swallowing down any remaining anxiety that had surfaced. she stared straight into zack’s eyes, wanting to act powerful, but in fact, she felt very small and too weak, she could drop at any moment. the water glass shook in her hand, and a few drops spilled down the sides. “i really appreciate you, zack. i really do. she was my best friend when we were younger, and i never thought i would get to see her happy again. actually, when we broke up, i thought i would never see her again, but hey —–what a surprise. i’m glad that you’re treating her as she deserves to be treated. i just —–i need your help with something, and you’re the only person who deserves to know and the only one who can help me. no one will tell me the right advice except for you, i trust you, for some odd, eye boggling reason. i’m just really scared to ask.”
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