
OUR NEW BEGINNING
Thalimaedaalicia · Ongoing · 76.7k Words
Introduction
Until the day she left.
Determined to start afresh, far from everything that hurt her, Olivia decides to leave the past behind. But some ties cannot be severed so easily.
Months later, an unexpected reunion brings the two face to face once more — and Brian realises, too late, that he has lost far more than he ever imagined.
Now, amidst hurt, secrets, and feelings that never truly faded, they must discover whether the love they destroyed in the past is still strong enough to deserve a second chance.
Because some stories end.
Others simply wait for the right moment to begin again.
Chapter 1
A YEAR AGO…
POV OLIVIA
I finished fixing little Laura’s hair, my best friend’s daughter, and she smiled at me with that sweet little expression that always made my heart soften.
Her brown strands were tied into two perfect pigtails, and she slowly twirled in front of me like she was on a runway.
“Do I look pretty, Aunt Olivia?”
The question came loaded with expectation, her huge eyes shining as she held the hem of her little dress.
My chest tightened.
Because children were like that… pure. Simple. Unlike adults, who turned everything into chaos.
I forced a genuine smile despite the storm inside me.
“You look beautiful, princess.”
She flashed a wide smile, turning her cheeks red.
“Like a real princess?”
“Even prettier.”
Laura held tightly onto my hand and got up from the couch.
“Can we have breakfast? I’m hungry…”
I forced another smile and nodded.
But the truth was, I had been avoiding going into the kitchen because I knew Brian was there.
And things between us were… strange.
No. Not strange.
Worn out.
Heavy.
Exhausting.
Last night’s argument still burned inside me, along with the image of him sulking because I had been talking to another man on my phone. As if he had any right over me.
As if I belonged to him.
And maybe that was exactly the problem.
Brian had never truly made me his.
Never truly chosen me.
But he also could never stand the idea of losing me.
I walked with Laura down the hallway, listening to our soft footsteps against the wooden floor until we got close to the kitchen. Before I even stepped inside, the voices became clearer.
“You don’t even look like someone who slept in the same room as Olivia,” I heard Julia, my best friend, tease her brother.
Brian let out a humorless laugh.
Dry.
Irritated.
“We slept. That’s all. Can you believe she was talking to another guy while I was in the room?”
I rolled my eyes automatically.
Of course.
Because everything always ended up revolving around his wounded ego.
I took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen with Laura still holding my hand.
“Declaring your love for me this early, huh, sweetheart?” I teased.
Brian immediately turned toward me.
And it felt like being struck by lightning.
His eyes darkened instantly.
His jaw tightened.
His hand gripped the coffee mug hard.
“Olivia, seriously? Don’t talk to me today. I don’t even want to look at your face.”
My chest tightened violently.
Even after all these years, he could still get to me like that.
Still make my heart ache with just a few words.
But I held his gaze.
Because I was tired of lowering my head.
“Are you upset?”
Laura let go of my hand and ran toward her father, completely unaware of the heavy atmosphere in the kitchen.
Brian ran a hand through his hair in irritation.
“I don’t care about you,” he answered too quickly. “I just want you to leave me the fuck alone.”
Lie.
Brian never left me alone.
Never.
And maybe that was our biggest problem.
Because he never truly wanted me… but he also could never stand the thought of losing me.
Could never stand imagining another man touching me.
Another man was stepping into the space he insisted on leaving empty.
I felt irritation grow inside me, burning hotter.
“You’re unbelievable,” I said. “Years go by and you still act like a spoiled teenager. Even your nephews are more mature than you.”
The entire room fell silent.
Brian slowly stood up from the chair.
Too slow.
Like he was trying to control his own anger.
“Say that again.”
His low tone was far worse than shouting.
Julia immediately stepped between us.
“That’s enough, both of you. For God’s sake. Laura is right here watching all this. Let’s just have breakfast in peace.”
The silence turned heavy.
Suffocating.
Laura looked from one to the other without understanding anything, hugging her father’s leg.
Brian let out an irritated breath, grabbed his car keys from the counter, and walked past me.
On purpose, he slammed his shoulder into mine.
Hard enough to make me lose my balance slightly.
“I’m not hungry.”
The door slammed seconds later.
The sound echoed through the entire house.
And I felt my eyes burn instantly.
Damn it.
Not again.
Always again.
Always the same damned cycle.
Fights.
Jealousy.
Distance.
Then apologies.
Then relapses.
Then the pain all over again.
“Friend…” Julia approached slowly.
I immediately shook my head, trying to hold back my tears.
“No, friend, it’s okay. Your brother is an idiot!”
My voice cracked at the end.
I sat down in the exact chair Brian had been sitting in minutes earlier.
His cologne still lingered there.
That made everything worse.
I sighed tiredly, feeling my chest tighten harder, and this time I couldn’t hold back the tears.
They fell silently at first.
Then faster.
“I’m sorry for ruining breakfast…”
“Olivia…” Julia pulled a chair beside me and gently held my hand. “Do you want to talk about it?”
I sighed deeply.
I did.
I really did.
Because keeping all of that inside me was slowly destroying me.
But it was hard.
Hard to vent about the man I loved when he was my best friend’s brother.
Even so, I was too exhausted to pretend everything was okay anymore.
“You know… sometimes we think it’s easy to just let things slide, pretend nothing happened. But it’s not.” My voice came out low. “Your brother and I have been stuck in this mess for years… he doesn’t want anything serious, but he keeps me trapped…”
Julia frowned.
“What do you mean, trapped?”
I let out a bitter laugh.
“He calls me when he wants to, then ignores me. He gives me hope that we could actually have something… and then discards me. If I start talking to someone else, he ruins everything. He wants to fight any guy who gets close to me. Makes threats. Loses his mind. He doesn’t want to be with me… but he also won’t leave me alone. I’m tired of this.”
As I spoke, I realized how absurd it sounded out loud.
How used I had become to crumbs.
“That’s cruel, friend…” Julia said softly. “You deserve so much more than this back-and-forth that only hurts you.”
I swallowed hard.
“And the worst part is that he knows I love him. He knows. And he takes advantage of it. Whenever he sees me moving on, he comes back all sweet, says he misses me, that he cares about me… and then I come back too. I always come back.”
My voice broke at the end.
Because that was the most humiliating truth of all.
I always came back.
No matter how many times Brian hurt me.
No matter how many times I promised myself things would be different.
All it took was him showing vulnerability… and I fell apart.
“I know.” Julia squeezed my hand affectionately. “And I’m not going to judge you for it. Sometimes the heart screams louder than reason. But you need to protect yourself, Liv. What Brian does isn’t love. It’s an attachment. And when attachment turns into control, it becomes a prison.”
Her words hit me hard.
Prison.
That was exactly how I felt.
Trapped by someone who never decided to stay.
“I keep wondering if one day he’ll change,” I confessed quietly. “If one day he’ll realize I’m the right person for him…”
I felt embarrassed immediately after saying that.
Because it sounded ridiculous to still have hope.
Julia looked at me with so much affection I almost cried again.
“Maybe one day he will realize it, Olivia. But that day has to come from him. Not from you erasing yourself. You can’t stand still waiting for him to wake up. Because while you do, your life passes by. Your feelings turn into wounds. And you lose pieces of yourself trying to fit into the little space he gives you.”
I closed my eyes for a second.
That hurt because it was true.
I had completely lost myself trying to be enough for someone emotionally unavailable.
“And what if I can’t walk away?”
“Then I’ll remind you every single day of the incredible woman you are,” she answered firmly. “I’ll pull you back every time you forget. But you will get through this, friend. It’ll hurt at first. It’ll feel impossible. But true freedom comes when we choose ourselves.”
Tears slid silently down my face.
“I’m tired of being Brian’s emotional crutch, Julia.”
“Then enough. Because you’re nobody’s toy. You’re a whole woman. Beautiful. Intelligent. Caring. And you deserve someone who stays without making you beg for it. You deserve someone who chooses you without making you bleed every time they leave.”
That completely shattered me.
I gave her a weak smile and pulled my best friend into a tight hug.
We stayed silent for a few seconds.
Just breathing.
Just existing.
And for the first time in a very long time… I felt comfort instead of guilt.
“Thank you, friend. Really.” I pulled away to look into her eyes. “No one has ever said those things to me the way you do. Without judging me.”
“Because I’m here to remind you what you deserve. To remind you of who you are, if I have to.”
I took a deep breath.
For the first time in years, I felt something different inside me.
Courage.
“It’s decided. Today I’m putting an end to this.”
(…)
For the first time in a very long time, I felt like I needed to do something for myself.
Not for others.
Not for Brian.
For me.
My heart still hurts.
His words.
The cold look in his eyes.
The way he always came back… and then disappeared again.
All of it was eating me alive inside.
And the worst part was knowing that even while suffering, even while feeling used and discarded, I always ended up giving in.
But enough.
Something changed today.
The conversation with Julia painfully opened my eyes.
Without judgment.
Without calling me stupid.
Without throwing all the times I went back to him in my face.
She simply showed me how much I had lost myself inside a relationship that had never truly existed.
How much I had diminished myself trying to be enough for a man who didn’t even know what he wanted from his own life.
I loved Brian.
That was a fact.
I had loved him forever.
We grew up together.
The best memories of my childhood had him in them.
And maybe that was exactly why it was so hard to let go.
Because loving Brian was like loving an entire part of my life.
But ever since the first time we got together — almost five years ago — I had completely surrendered myself.
My first love.
My first time.
My first heartbreak too.
And he always did the same thing.
He came back.
Made me believe.
Pulled me in.
Then left.
And then returned as if nothing had happened.
I was tired.
Tired of waiting.
Tired of accepting so little just because I loved too much.
I stood up from the chair with determination.
Washed my face.
Fixed my hair.
Took a deep breath.
I went to the room where I had left my purse and grabbed my phone.
There was a message from him.
“Sorry. We need to talk.”
I stared at those words on the screen.
How many times had he sent me that exact message before?
How many times had I rushed to answer full of hope, only to fall into the same abyss afterward?
No.
I needed to break free from that cycle.
I deserved more.
I went into the guest room — the same one Julia always kept ready for me whenever I slept there — and locked myself inside.
I needed silence.
I needed to breathe before the next storm.
A few minutes later, I heard knocking at the door.
My heart immediately started racing.
“Olivia?” Brian’s rough voice sounded from the other side. “Can we talk?”
I closed my eyes for a second.
Even hearing his voice hurt.
I approached the door without opening it.
Rested my forehead against the cold wood.
“Talk, Brian.”
“Open the door, please. I don’t like talking to a door.”
I let out a humorless laugh.
“I don’t like being screamed at in front of everyone either, but that never stopped you, did it?”
Silence.
Heavy.
Then I heard his breathing on the other side.
“I was wrong, okay? I lost my temper. I… I was jealous.”
I rolled my eyes, feeling a mix of anger and exhaustion.
“You’re always jealous, Brian. Jealous of everything. Even things that aren’t yours.”
“You are mine.”
My heart stumbled inside my chest.
Damn it.
That was exactly how he did it.
Two words.
And my entire body trembled.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
Not this time.
“No. I was never yours. Because you never truly made me yours.”
On the other side, he fell silent.
Then he hit the door with his hand.
“I don’t want you moving on!”
“That’s not love, Brian! That’s selfishness!” I exploded. “You don’t want me, but you also don’t want to let me live!”
The doorknob slowly turned.
My stomach dropped.
I had forgotten to lock it.
The door slowly opened, revealing Brian standing there.
Red eyes.
Messy hair.
Wrinkled black T-shirt.
And that devastated expression he always wore whenever he realized he might lose me.
For a second, my heart faltered.
Because I loved that man.
Loved him in a sick, unhealthy way.
But loving someone couldn’t keep destroying who I was.
“I know I messed up.” His voice cracked. “I know I’m an asshole. But I really care about you, Olivia. I just… I don’t know how to deal with everything I feel.”
I slowly shook my head, feeling my eyes burn.
“Then learn. Alone.”
He frowned as if he genuinely didn’t understand.
“What do you mean?”
I took a deep breath.
This hurt me more than it hurt him.
But it had to be done.
“I’m leaving, Brian. Today. Right now. I’m tired of being your emotional crutch. Your backup plan. I’m tired of living while waiting for you to choose me. Because I already chose myself. And you’re not part of my plans anymore.”
“You’re not being fair to me.”
That made me laugh.
But it was a bitter laugh.
Sad.
“Fair?” I repeated. “You looked for me when you were lonely. Disappeared when you found someone else. And I stayed here. Waiting. Suffering. Pretending everything was okay. Is that fair?”
My voice rose at the end.
Because years of bottled-up anger were finally spilling out.
I wanted to scream.
Wanted to hit him.
Wanted to make Brian feel half the pain I had felt all those years.
He lowered his head.
Stayed silent for a few seconds.
When he looked up again, there were tears in his eyes.
But for the first time, I didn’t feel the urge to run and comfort him.
“You changed.”
The words came out almost like an accusation.
I took a deep breath.
“No. I just woke up. And realized I deserve more than half-love. I want someone who stays. Who chooses me without hesitation. Who doesn’t make me feel like I’m never enough?”
“I’m that someone.”
My heart tightened.
Because a stupid part of me wanted to believe him.
Wanted to run into his arms.
Wanted to pretend this time would be different.
But I knew it wouldn’t be.
So I simply shook my head.
“Too late.”
I walked to the bed, grabbed my purse, and started throwing my things inside in a hurry.
Brian remained standing near the door.
Motionless.
As if he still expected me to change my mind.
But this time I wouldn’t.
I couldn’t.
“Julia’s going to hate me for this,” he murmured.
I slowly zipped my bag before looking at him.
“Julia’s going to hate you if you keep hurting me. My friendship with her will never change. She’s my soul sister. But you… I don’t want you in my life anymore. Enough. I’m done.”
I walked past him.
My entire body trembled.
Every step hurt.
But it also felt like freedom.
I found Julia in the hallway.
She looked at me for one second.
And understood everything.
No questions.
No words.
She just pulled me into a tight embrace.
Silent.
Pure support.
“Thank you,” I whispered. “For everything.”
She nodded, her eyes full of tears.
I walked downstairs slowly.
My heart heavy.
But steady.
Before opening the door, I heard Brian’s voice coming from upstairs.
Broken.
Desperate.
“Olivia…”
I closed my eyes for a second.
I didn’t look back.
Because if I did… maybe I would weaken.
And I couldn’t do that to myself anymore.
Not for him.
I opened the door.
The cold wind hit my face immediately.
I took a deep breath.
And walked toward the gate.
Today I chose myself.
And that was perhaps the hardest — and the rightest — decision of my life.
I just had no idea yet that this choice would change everything forever.
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