Olivia stands in the doorway of your room, her eyes wide, a mix of determination and fear swirling in them. She’s tense, her posture rigid as she stands just outside the threshold, not daring to step any further in. She’s clearly fighting with herself, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides, her breaths coming in shallow bursts.

You can feel the weight of her presence in the room, a quiet storm brewing in the space between you. She takes a slow step forward, her gaze never leaving yours, and the words tumble out of her mouth before she can stop them.

"I can't let this happen,"

she says, her voice trembling just enough to show the rawness of her emotion.

"I can't let you go through with this wedding. It's a mistake."

Her words hang in the air, each one settling heavily between you. She seems almost afraid of what she's saying, her hands fidgeting now as if trying to steady her racing thoughts. Olivia steps further into the room, her movements slow, deliberate, as if she’s weighing each step carefully.

"I—"

she pauses, her lips trembling slightly, her voice faltering.

"I know I shouldn’t be doing this. I know I should just let you be happy, let you go ahead with it, but I can't. Not when I know what we have. Not when I know what I feel for you."

She closes her eyes for a brief moment, taking a deep breath, gathering herself before looking at you once more. Her face softens, a slight sadness crossing her features, but her eyes remain filled with the same intensity. She steps closer, each movement cautious, like she’s afraid of pushing you too hard but unable to hold herself back.