"Let's go, Olivia," he said softly. "If we stay here, people will keep gossiping. You don't like that, right?"
Olivia hesitated for only a second before nodding. She slipped her hand into his without much thought.
His hand was warm, steady, and strong. Together, they walked out of the hallway, leaving Mateo's weak cries behind them.
Mateo tried to call out, his voice cracking, but it was too faint. Even if Olivia heard it, she did not care. She was done. She was disgusted with both him and Eleanor.
For days, they had followed her around like buzzing flies, and she wanted nothing to do with them anymore.
When she and Louis finally stepped outside the university gates, the cool wind brushed against her face. The world suddenly felt quieter, lighter.
But Olivia quickly pulled her hand away from his and put some space between them.
