Olivia
“Olivia.”
Nathan caught my attention with his voice. I quickly sat up and wiped away my tears with my sleeve, and we stared at each other in the dimly lit room for a few moments as he stood in the doorway with his arms folded across his chest.
Surprisingly, his face looked a little sad. It was much unlike the stern appearance he had at the picnic.
“What do you want?” I grumbled, still feeling a little bit angry from it all.
Nathan sighed and walked over to the bed. He sat down beside me, then stared down at the floor for a few moments before speaking. I couldn’t stay tense beside him. We were still best friends, after all, and I felt myself relax a little at his presence.
“Look,” he said, his voice low and steady, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings or embarrass yo
