Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 450

Chapter 450: Go Back

Olivia’s POV

I was standing in a vast, open yard surrounded by towering trees and long, swaying grasses. The place felt unreal—like something pulled straight out of a fairy tale.

Then I saw him.

Lennox.

He stood a few feet away from me, his back turned, shoulders tense. His black hair moved slightly with the wind, but he didn’t turn around. My heart leapt painfully in my chest.

"Lennox..." I called, my voice trembling.

He didn’t answer.

I took a step forward, reaching out a hand toward him. "Please—turn around. It’s me."

"Stop," he said quietly, his voice deep and calm but distant—like it was coming from far away.

I froze.

"You have to go back, Olivia," he said again, still not facing me. "This place... it’s not for you."

My throat tightened. "Then come with me," I whispered. "Let’s go back together. Please."

He shook his head slowly. "I can’t."

Tears filled my eyes. "No. No, you don’t get to say that! You don’t get to leave me again!" I ran to him, but the closer I got, the farther away he seemed—like the ground itself was pulling us apart.

"Lennox!" I screamed, my voice breaking. "Please, don’t do this!"

Finally, he turned halfway, just enough for me to see his face—soft, sad, but peaceful. "You have to live," he said quietly. "Promise me."

"I won’t without you!" I sobbed. "I can’t!"

He gave a small, pained smile—one that shattered me completely. "You already are," he whispered.

Then, the light began to fade.

"Lennox!" I screamed one last time, reaching for him—but he was gone. The world dissolved into darkness.

And I woke up.

I gasped, my chest heaving. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and blood. My vision swam, but I realized I was surrounded—the healers, Levi, Louis, and others watching anxiously.

I turned my head slowly—and there he was.

Lennox.

Still lying beside me. Still pale. Still motionless.

"No..." I whispered, my voice cracking. I crawled to his side, pressing my trembling hands against his chest. "No, no, please..."

I fell onto his body, sobbing so hard my entire body shook. "Please come back," I cried. "You promised you’d be with me forever..."

But the only answer was silence and the cold weight of the man I loved lying lifeless beneath my hands.

"Please..." I sobbed louder, hugging him, the image of the dream flashing in my head.

Louis turned away, his shoulders shaking. "We all lost something tonight," he muttered, his voice low.

I buried my face in my hands and screamed into them, muffling the sound. Rage and pain clawed inside me. My heart felt like it was breaking apart piece by piece.

And all I could think was, why wasn’t it me instead? My body shook uncontrollably, my breaths coming in shallow, broken gasps.

Then, Levi pulled me into his arms. It wasn’t gentle; it was a desperate, raw hug. His embrace was tight, grounding me in a world that suddenly felt too empty. I clutched his shirt and buried my face against his chest, sobbing until I couldn’t breathe.

Louis knelt beside us, his arms wrapping around both of us from the side. The warmth of their touch hit me like a wave, and for a moment, it didn’t matter that the world was falling apart. We were all broken, but broken together.

"I’m scared..." I whispered, my voice trembling. "I don’t want to lose him. I want us complete... the four of us. I can’t—I can’t do this without him."

Louis’ grip tightened around me, his forehead resting against my shoulder. I could feel his tears too—silent but real.

Levi pulled back just enough to look at me. His eyes were red, but his voice was firm, steady—the way it always was when he wanted me to believe him. "Nothing will happen to Lennox," he said, his hand cupping my face gently. "I promise you, Olivia. With my life, I promise."

My lips trembled as I met his gaze, wanting to believe his word.

Then Levi leaned in slowly and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. His voice broke against my skin. "He’ll come back to us. He has to."

And before I could say anything, his lips brushed mine—a tender, trembling kiss that tasted like salt and sorrow.

Louis’ hand stayed on my back, grounding us both as if holding the pieces of our shattered hearts together.

We sat there in silence, tangled in grief and love...three souls holding on to the hope that the fourth would return.

And somewhere deep inside me, I swore I felt his heartbeat... faint, but not gone.