*Olivia*
I didn't know how long we stood there in the quiet foyer. The only sound was my muffled sobs into the fabric of his shirt. Giovani held me close, letting me lean on him as I cried.
I could feel his fingers trailing through my half-dried hair. I hadn't bothered to use a hair dryer because I had been too worried for Dahlia and him. I shivered, driving myself closer into his arms as the temperature continued to drop through the night.
Only in a hoodie, I stepped between Giovani's legs, shielding my bare skin from the sudden chill.
It could have been minutes or hours, but eventually, I pulled out of his grasp. His gentle fingers landed under my chin, tilting my head up to meet his.
His brown eyes were filled with sorrow and guilt, but the same kindness and compassion I always saw.
“You okay……
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