I gasp, reality flooding back as the mysterious man fades away.
Who was he?
The intensity in his gaze felt so real, so familiar. Like a distant memory clawing to the surface.
I shake my head, trying to clear the confusing images.
Focus, Olivia.
But I can't shake the feeling that he was someone important to me.
Someone I cared for deeply.
Suddenly, Jack's voice cuts through my reverie. "Olivia? You okay?"
"Y-yeah, I'm fine," I stammer, avoiding his concerned gaze. How can I explain that I just had a flashback of another man? Especially after what we just did? "Just tired."
Jack stares at me for a long moment, and I swear he can see right through me.
But he doesn’t press the issue. Instead, he just nods as he pulls my head to lay back on his chest.
I nod absently too, my mind still reeling.
Who are you? I silently implore the nameless man in my mind. And what were you to me?
Jack
I scroll through the search results, my eyes scanning for any scrap of information about Olivia's past.
Then I see it. Something that makes my heart fall.
A photo of Olivia with some other fucking guy.
I take in his quintessential good lucks. His sandy blonde hair. Blue eyes.
I instantly hate him.
Anger surges through my veins, hot and potent. I slam the laptop shut.
I don't need to see any more. Don't want to know who he was to her.
Olivia walks in, her brow furrowed. "Everything alright, Jack?"
"Fine," I grit out. She flinches at my harsh tone, but I can't bring myself to care. Not when images of her with him cloud my vision.
"Well, I was thinking we could-" she starts.
"Not now, Olivia." The words come out harsher than I intend. Her eyes widen, hurt swimming in their depths.
Shit.
"I just...I can't right now." I turn away, hating myself but unable to stop.
She's silent for a long moment.
Then she turns and flees the room, a soft, broken sound escaping her.
I’m instantly remorseful, my heart tearing in two.