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Olivia's POV

"Liv, open the door," Brian yelled as his voice came muffled through the wood. "You don't have to be alone right now."

I wrapped my arms around my knees and sat on the edge of the bed as my eyes welled over with tears. That unmistakable apologetic tone, echoed within my mind, that hammer reopening wounds that were just starting to scab. I didn't want to see anybody, at least not myself. But Brian, he just wouldn't stop knocking.

"Liv, come on," he said again, this time softer. "Please.

I snuffled, running the back of my hand off across my face. Didn't want nobody in but Brian. he was my brother. He just wouldn't leave this alone. Standing, I opened the door just a crack, enough to see his concerned face on the other side.

“Everything okay?" he said, opening the door and coming inside gingerly before I could get a word out. He sat down beside me on the bed; his eyes scanned into mine for something-anything-that would tell him I was holding it together.