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"O-Oliver?" I stutter once I find my voice. His black hair is tussled and his hands are shoved in the pockets of his black jeans.

He takes a deep breath after I say his name before he starts to talk, "I'm so sorry Bianca." I look at him with my eyes going wide.

"For what? Breaking my heart?" I choke out and feel my eyes start to sting. "Is it because of what happened in August?" My voice breaks at the end and a single tear rushed down my cheek.

"No!" Oliver exclaims with a hurt look in his eyes.  "I would never do that! I was going to stay by your side no matter what!"

"Then why'd you leave?" I ask quietly. He comes closer to me and wraps his arms around me tightly. I don't try to get out of his arms I just stay put.

"I'm not supposed to say," he whispers in my ear as he runs his hand through me hair, knowing it calms me down. I look up at him with pleading eyes and he lets out a defeated sigh. "You're dad came up to me that morning, like