A tight, suffocating weight pressed against Olivia’s chest as if the air itself had turned heavy, making every breath feel like a struggle.
Her throat burned from crying, yet the tears would not stop—they slipped endlessly down her cheeks, warm and bitter, soaking into the silk beneath her.
Her hands trembled as they clutched at the sheets, fingers curling and uncurling like she was trying to hold onto something that no longer existed.
(Guilt) (A women with silver hair and dark yellow eyes)
twisted deep inside her, sharp and merciless, replaying the same memories again and again—Max’s (Blond hair and Red eyes just like his father) small face, his quiet eyes, the way he used to look at her with hope… and the way she had crushed it without a second thought.
Each memory felt like a blade, cutting deeper than the last.
“Why…?”
The word barely left her lips, broken and weak, but it echoed loudly in her mind.
Why had I done that?
Why had I loved someone so blindly that I forgot my own child?
The thought made her stomach churn with disgust—at Lucas,(Blonde hair and red eyes ) yes, but more at herself.
Because she knew the truth.
No one forced her.
No one stopped her.
She chose him.
Again and again.
And in doing so, she abandoned the one person who only ever wanted her love.
Her breathing turned uneven, almost desperate, as regret flooded her completely.
It wasn’t just sadness—it was heavy, crushing regret that made her chest ache as if it might collapse.
She could almost hear Max’s small voice calling for her, could almost feel his tiny hands reaching out… but every time, the memory ended the same way— with her turning her back, with cold eyes, with harsh words.
A sob broke out of her, louder this time, shaking her whole body.
“I’m sorry…” she whispered, though there was no one there to hear it.
The apology felt useless, too late, too empty.
What right did she have to say sorry now?
She had already destroyed everything.
The realization hit her hard, and for a moment, she hated herself so deeply it scared her.
Her chest tightened painfully, and she pressed her hand against it as if she could stop the feeling from spreading.
But it didn’t stop.
It only grew.
And then—fear.
When the light appeared, her body went stiff, her breath catching in her throat as her eyes widened.
The sudden brightness felt unreal, almost frightening, like something she shouldn’t be seeing.
Her heart began to race, fast and loud, pounding against her ribs as if trying to escape.
“Who’s there…?” Her voice shook, small and unsure, and for the first time, she felt truly helpless.
The room didn’t feel like her own anymore.
The light didn’t feel kind—it felt powerful, unknown.
And yet, beneath that fear, something else stirred.
A fragile, trembling hope.
When it ask her wish, her mind didn’t hesitate.
It was as if all her pain, all her regret, had been waiting for this one chance.
Even if it was a lie.
Even if it was a trick.
She didn’t care.
“Take me back…” she said, her voice breaking but filled with desperate need.
Her hands tightened into fists, her nails digging into her palms, grounding her in that moment.
If there was even the smallest chance… she would take it.
No matter the cost.
When the light spoke of a price, a flicker of fear passed through her again, but it was quickly replaced by determination.
She had already lost everything that mattered.
What more could she possibly lose?
“I will,” she said without hesitation, her voice still shaking but firm in its meaning.
And yet, deep inside, there was a quiet doubt—a small, almost hidden fear asking if she truly deserved this chance.
If she could really change.
But she pushed it down.
She had to.
Because the thought of seeing Max again, of holding him, of fixing even a small part of what she had broken… it filled her chest with a painful, aching hope.
Then everything disappeared.
The darkness wrapped around her completely, cold and endless, making her feel small and lost.
Panic Olivia quickly, her breathing becoming shallow as she reached out into nothing.
There was no ground, no direction—only emptiness.
Her heart pounded wildly, fear taking over as her thoughts scattered.
“Wait…!” she cried, her voice trembling as it faded into silence.
And then, suddenly, that push.
Her body jerked forward, and she turned quickly, fear flashing through her eyes.
For a brief second, she saw something—a shadow, a figure—but it vanished before she could understand it.
Her mind raced, confusion mixing with fear.
Was she alone?
Or was something watching her?
Before she could think, the darkness broke apart.
Light poured in, blinding and overwhelming, forcing her to close her eyes tightly as warmth spread through her body.
It felt so different from the cold emptiness—it felt real.
Safe.
Slowly, she opened her eyes again, her breath catching as she saw the familiar ceiling above her.
For a moment, she couldn’t move.
Couldn’t think.
Her mind struggled to understand what she was seeing.
Then it hit her.
She was back.
Her body began to shake again, but this time it wasn’t just fear—it was disbelief, relief, and something soft and fragile blooming inside her chest.
Tears filled her eyes once more, but they felt different now.
Not as heavy.
Not as hopeless.
She touched her face, her hands, as if making sure she was truly there.
“It… worked…” she whispered, her voice unsteady.
And then—
A quiet, deep determination settled inside her.
The guilt was still there.
The regret hadn’t disappeared.
But now, it had changed into something else.
A purpose.
A promise.
Her fingers slowly curled against her chest, right where her heart was beating.
“This time…” she whispered softly, her voice still fragile but stronger than before, “I won’t make the same mistake.”
And for the first time in a long while—
She felt something close to hope.