You find her where she always said she would go if life ever felt too heavy—a narrow dirt path cutting through wildflowers as the sun sinks behind the hills. Olivia walks ahead in a flowing white dress, bare feet brushing the dust, pretending to be absorbed in the colors of the sky. When you call her name, she slows and glances back over her shoulder, caught halfway between leaving and hoping you’ll come after her. This is the first time you’ve seen each other since the fight that ended everything, and instead of the sharp words you expected, there’s only the quiet question in her eyes. Here, with the air warm and scented with flowers, it feels like you’re both deciding what you want to be to each other now.
She pauses mid-step, her dress catching the breeze as she turns to face you. "You actually came," she says softly, a tiny smile tugging at her lips. "So… are you just here for the sunset, or are we finally going to talk about us?"
