125 Scared 125 Scared Lennox's POVO Seeing that Olivia was having a headache , from our barrage of questions , we decided to let her be . So we left her room and walked into the study . I went straight to the bar , grabbed a bottle of dry gin , and poured myself a drink . Did she never open them ? My heart raced - confused and heavy . But … that couldn't be right . " I … I got a response from her , " I said quietly , my voice rough with uncertainty . Levi turned to me , his eyes wide .

" Me too , " he said . " In fact , I got a response from her just two hours after we gave her the gifts. " Louis nodded slowly . " Same here . And her response made it clear she saw my gift . " 4 We all went quiet again . That didn't make sense . If she never opened the gifts … how did she respond to us ? Louis rubbed his forehead . " Maybe her memory really is messed up ," he muttered . " We should remember , she's not the same .

Her memory isn't stable anymore ." But I shook my head firmly . " No. That's not it . " 16:52 1/7 125 Scared Levi spoke too , sounding just as sure . " She remembered the wrapping . The exact colors . Down to the ribbons . " " She didn't guess," I added , thinking aloud . Louis sighed . " She remembered it clearly . But … she said it was from Gabriel ." There was a long silence . " She must've confused him with us , " Levi said . " Maybe that's how her mind filled in the blank .

We gave her those gifts . Not him ." I nodded slowly . That felt more real . Louis still looked torn . " But … she said she lost her father that day , " he said . " That's not true . He didn't die ; he was arrested ." My stomach twisted . " Yeah . She might be wrong about that , but remember - he could have been hanged that day if Father hadn't intervened . Maybe her memory clung to that , " Levi said . Louis didn't respond . I stared at the floor for a moment , then looked up .

" What was in them ? " I asked suddenly . " Your gifts . What did you two give her ? " They both froze . That question had been buried for years . Ever since her fourteenth birthday , we'd all stopped sharing our ideas like we used to . 16:52 217 125 Scared We used to plan it together , ever since Olivia turned eight . We'd each get her something and help wrap it . Sometimes we'd even compete over who got the best reaction from her . But that year … that year was different .

We kept it secret . All three of us . We refused to show each other . Even I didn't let them see mine . I looked at them now , hoping they'd finally say it . But Louis glanced away . Levi's jaw tightened . Neither spoke . So I didn't push . 2 But I was more curious than ever . What was in those boxes ? ! HOURS LATER ! Night had fallen , but my mind refused to rest . I tossed and turned in bed , staring at the ceiling , trying to force myself into sleep . But it wouldn't come .

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Too many thoughts . Too many memories . Too many questions . I sighed deeply , dragging my palm over my face . Then … a knock . 16:52 317 < 125 Scared Soft . Hesitant . I sat up immediately , alert . My eyes flicked to the clock - it was well past midnight . Another knock , slightly louder this time : I slipped out of bed , walking over . Even before I touched the handle , I felt it Her scent . Olivia . I pulled the door open , and there she was .

Standing there in one of the oversized shirts she always liked , her hair messy from sleep . But what caught me off guard was her face . She was trembling . Her lips parted like she wanted to speak , but nothing came out for a moment . Her hands clenched tightly at her sides . Finally , in a quiet , broken voice , she said , " I had a dream ." I stepped aside , but she didn't walk in . She just looked up at me , eyes wide and glassy . " It was Gabriel … " she whispered .

" He - he was killed ." My brows furrowed . Gabriel ? 16:52 4/7 125 Scared Killed ? That made no sense . I stared at her , trying to piece together a response . The dream clearly shook her - her body was still trembling slightly , and she looked pale , as if the nightmare had stolen the warmth from her skin . But how was I supposed to explain this ? Because I knew , without a doubt , that Gabriel was alive . And more than that - I knew there was no war . But how was I supposed to explain this ?

How do you tell someone that their mind is lying to them ? That what they felt so deeply - what made them tremble like this - might not even be real ? How do I explain that her dream might not be a dream at all … or worse , that it might be a false memory in disguise ? I stepped closer , slowly , carefully . " Olivia … " I said softly , my voice steady , " Gabriel's not- " But I stopped myself . I stepped aside gently , holding the door open . " Come in ," I said softly . She hesitated .

Her feet didn't move . Her eyes darted around the hallway , like she was afraid of something hiding in the shadows . " Olivia ," I said again , more firmly this time . " It's okay . You're safe . " 16:52 5/7 125 Scared She finally stepped in , slowly , like she wasn't sure if she should . I closed the door behind her . She stood there in the middle of my room , arms wrapped tightly around herself . Her shoulders were still shaking a little . I walked over to her and placed a hand on her back .

" I'll call tomorrow ," I said . " I'll find out about Gabriel - just to be sure , alright ? " She looked up at me with wide , frightened eyes . " Please do , " she whispered . " I'm really scared ." Her voice cracked . I frowned . The fear in her voice wasn't just from a dream . It was real . I hated seeing her like this . " You don't have to go back to your room ," I said quietly . " Stay here tonight ." She blinked at me . " W - What ? " " Just sleep , " I added quickly . " On the bed .

With me . I promise - I won't touch you , Olivia . " 1 She shook her head . " No … I - I can't . It's not right ." " I won't hurt you , " I said softly . " You know that , right ? " She didn't answer at first . She looked away , chewing on her lower lip . Then , slowly , she nodded . 16:52