Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 486: missing him

Olivia’s POV

Two days had passed. Two long, quiet days. The house felt different now... calmer, emptier. I hadn’t gone near Lennox’s room since that night. Every time I walked past it, a strange chill ran through me, as if something inside was calling to me.

I’d made my decision. No more rituals. No more trying to bring Lennox back. Maybe this was what he wanted, for me to stop fighting the impossible. Maybe his last message, whether dream or miracle, was his way of saying goodbye.

I wanted to believe he was still alive somewhere, that Levi was keeping him safe, just like he promised. And maybe one day, when the time was right, he’d let me see him. But for now, I wouldn’t push. I couldn’t keep hurting the people who were still here.

So I tried to move forward.

That morning, we all sat at the dining table. The sunlight came through the big windows, warm and bright, but it didn’t feel the same. Levi sat across from me, quiet, focused on his plate. Louis said little, lost in his own thoughts.

And then my eyes drifted to the empty chair beside Levi. Lennox’s chair. For a moment, I could almost see him there, smiling faintly, teasing me for not finishing my breakfast, his deep voice filling the air. The image was so clear it made my chest ache.

I blinked, and he was gone. Just the empty chair and a plate that would never be used again. My throat tightened. I felt the sting in my eyes before the tears came. I quickly set down my fork and pushed away from the table.

"Excuse me," I murmured, my voice shaking as I stood.

Neither Levi nor Louis said a word, and I was grateful for that. I walked slowly through the quiet halls until my feet pulled me toward his room.

pushed it open. The air inside felt different, heavy, still, yet warm in a way that made my chest ache. Lennox’s scent

Everything was just as he’d left it—his jacket thrown over the chair,

His clothes hung neatly, untouched. My fingers brushed against one of his shirts, and I pulled it close, pressing it to my face. The scent

I held the shirt

and real, the same one that used to melt every piece of anger I had.

whispered. "I

walked to his bed and lay down carefully, pulling one of his blankets over

him in, pretending that when I opened my eyes, he’d be there beside me again. Sleep pulled me under until the walls of Lennox’s room

the grass after training. My hands were covered in dirt from

I’d said proudly, my voice high

had laughed so hard he almost fell back on

tongue. "I’ll be a good mom! I’ll take them to training, teach

smirking. "And what about your

nodded. "Of course! He

deep sound that made my heart flutter even then, though I was too young to understand why. "Remind me never to fall for you, then. I like my

at him, pretending to be

look shocked. "What did you

when he grabbed me by the wrist and tickled me until I

impossible," he’d said when we finally stopped