Oliver POV
“What’s wrong, Liz?” Elizabeth shrugged softly. I set down the books I was reorganizing in my room and looked at her.
“Are you okay?” She looked at me and nodded. “What’s wrong?”
“Just thinking.” Her voice was barely a whisper. My heart squeezed when I looked at her, my chest echoing a pain I’ve known for too long. I looked at her, her eyes not meeting mine. She stared at the headboard, her eyes tracing patterns.
“Elizabeth. Please talk to me.” I begged softly. She closed her eyes and sighed, her voice barely a whisper.
“Do you think Chase is right?”
“What?” I was shocked. She jumped slightly.
“That we’re not supposed to be together?” I stared at her.
“Did you not hear the words anyone else said?” I asked quietly. She looked at me, questioningly. “We’re destined m
