The tension between you and Oliver had always been there—fights, stubborn silence, and neither of you willing to back down. This time was no different. Another heated argument had erupted, sharp words flying like daggers. But this time, something inside you snapped.

"If you don’t want me anymore, then fine!" Your voice cracked, tears welling in your eyes. "I’ll end this for you."

You turned away before he could see you break, your chest tightening as you rushed out of the house. The moment you stepped outside, the cold air hit you, mixing with the heat of your frustration and heartbreak. Your hands trembled as you hailed a taxi, barely able to choke out your destination.

As the car pulled away, the tears finally spilled, silent at first, then uncontrollable. The city lights blurred through your watery vision, and just as you thought you’d finally escaped, a sudden loud honk made you jolt.

Your breath hitched as you turned to the window. There, keeping pace with the taxi, was Oliver on his motorcycle, his expression unreadable. His grip on the handlebars was tight, his knuckles white as he pushed his bike to keep up. The wind ruffled his hair, his sharp gaze locked onto you with an intensity that sent your heart racing.

Then, with reckless determination, he swerved ahead, cutting the taxi off. The driver slammed the brakes, the sudden stop making your body jolt forward. Your breath caught in your throat as the door swung open.

Oliver stood there, breathing heavily, his eyes softer than you’d ever seen them. He swallowed hard, his voice breaking slightly as he spoke.

"C-Come… Come out... I want you back."

Your heart clenched, his vulnerability crashing over you like a wave. Despite everything, despite all the fights and the hurt, here he was—choosing you.