Chapter 9: A Second Chance?
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Olivia sat at her kitchen table, staring at the blank screen of her phone. The message from Noah still lingered in her mind: *I know I messed up. Can we talk?* She had spent all night debating what to do. A part of her wanted to ignore him, to move on and never look back. But another part—the part that still remembered the warmth of his touch and the way he made her laugh—wasn't ready to let go just yet.
Natalie’s words echoed in her head: *You deserve someone who doesn’t leave you in the dark.*
Taking a deep breath, she picked up her phone and typed out a response.
**Olivia:** *Meet me at the park in an hour.*
She hesitated before hitting send, but once she did, there was no going back. She needed to hear what he had to say—if only for closure.
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The park was quiet when Olivia arrived. The early morning sun cast golden light over the walking paths, and a soft breeze rustled the leaves. She spotted Noah sitting on a bench near the fountain, his hands clasped together, his gaze distant. Her heart clenched at the sight of him.
He looked up when she approached, relief flickering across his face. "You came."
"I wasn’t sure I would," she admitted, crossing her arms. "But I think we need to talk."
Noah nodded, exhaling slowly. "I know I hurt you, Olivia. And I hate that I did. I should have been honest instead of shutting you out."
She studied him, searching for sincerity in his eyes. "Why did you? Shut me out, I mean."
He ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated with himself. "Because I was scared. Things with you felt... different. Real. And that terrified me. I told myself I needed space, but the truth is, I was just running away."
Olivia’s heart ached at his words. "Noah, relationships are supposed to be real. That’s the whole point. You don’t get to just disappear when things get serious."
"I know," he said, voice thick with regret. "And I don’t expect you to forgive me overnight. I just... I don’t want to lose you."
She sighed, looking down at the ground. "I don’t know if I can trust you not to run again."
Noah reached for her hand but stopped just short, as if afraid she would pull away. "Let me prove to you that I won’t. Give me another chance, Olivia. Please."
She swallowed hard. "I need time to think."
Noah nodded, accepting her words with a quiet kind of understanding. "Take all the time you need. I’ll wait."
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Later that afternoon, Olivia met up with Natalie at their favorite coffee shop.
"So?" Natalie prompted, stirring her iced latte. "How did it go?"
Olivia sighed, rubbing her temples. "I don’t know. He says he was scared. That things felt too real, and he panicked."
Natalie’s expression softened. "Okay, I can understand fear, but Liv, does that excuse the way he treated you?"
"No, it doesn’t. But..." Olivia trailed off, unsure how to explain the war waging inside her.
"But you still have feelings for him," Natalie finished for her.
She nodded slowly. "I do. And that’s the problem."
Natalie reached across the table, squeezing her hand. "Then maybe you should figure out what would make you trust him again. If he’s really serious, he’ll be willing to do the work."
Olivia exhaled, nodding. "Yeah. Maybe."
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The next few days were a blur. Olivia threw herself into work, trying to avoid thinking about Noah. But no matter how busy she kept herself, her mind always drifted back to him.
It wasn’t until Friday evening that she made a decision. She texted Noah.
**Olivia:** *Meet me at the coffee shop tomorrow at 10. If you’re serious about this, prove it.*
She didn’t have to wait long for a response.
**Noah:** *I’ll be there.*
The next morning, Olivia arrived early, her heart pounding. She wasn’t sure what she expected, but when Noah walked in, holding a single white tulip, her breath hitched.
"Hey," he said softly, handing her the flower. "I know it’s your favorite."
She took it, studying him carefully. "Let’s talk."
And with that, they sat down, ready to see if they could piece together what was broken.
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