Chapter 48: Mark's Vulnerability

The oothing lapping of the waves at the shore and the comforting silence between Olivia and Mark filled the air. They were seated on a weather-beaten wooden bench side by side, gazing at the shore where the sun had dyed the sky with colors of lively orange and pink. A salty breeze swept over both of them, accompanying sentiments of untold words and the possibility that never came. Mark drummed his fingers on his knee in a fitful rhythm, betraying nerves that Olivia had rarely seen. She put her hand over his, gently stilling the movement. She then softly asked, "What's on your mind?" as her eyes searched his face to establish his thoughts. Mark drew a deep breath and looked out on the horizon. "Listen, there's something I've been willing to say to you," he started slowly, his voice unusually hesitant. "It's . about us." Olivia had a feeling like her heart had skipped a beat, and a rush of anticipation and anxiety began to flood her system. "Go on," she prodded gently. Mark looked a