The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood
noticeably different from the Adam Carlsen she used to behalf-scared of—maybe all of that was not much. But she andAdam were friends now, and they could remain friends evenpast September twenty-ninth. Olive’s heart sank at the thoughtof giving up the possibility of it. “I do, though.”Malcolm sighed, once again enveloping her hand with his.“You have it bad, then.”She pressed her lips together, blinking rapidly to push backthe tears. “Maybe I do. I don’t know—I’ve never had it before.I’ve never wanted to have it.”He smiled reassuringly, even though Olive felt anything butreassured. “Listen, I know it’s scary. But this is not necessarilya bad thing.”One single tear was making its way down Olive’s cheek.She hastened to clean it with her sleeve. “It’s the worst.”“You’ve finally found someone you’re into. And okay, it’sCarlsen, but this could still turn out to be great.”“It couldn’t. It can’t.”“Ol, I know where you’re coming from. I get it.”Malcolm’s hand tightened on hers. “I know it’s scary, beingvulnerable, but you can allow yourself to care. You can wantto be with people as more than just friends or casualacquaintances.”“But I can’t.”“I don’t see why not.”“Because all the people I’ve cared about are gone,” shesnapped.Somewhere in the coffee shop, the barista called for acaramel macchiato. Olive immediately regretted her harshwords.
“I’m sorry. It’s just . . . it’s the way it works. My mom. Mygrandparents. My father—one way or another, everyone isgone. If I let myself care, Adam will go, too.” There. She’d putit into words, said it out loud, and it sounded all the truerbecause of it.Malcolm exhaled. “Oh, Ol.” He was one of the few peopleto whom Olive had opened up about her fears—the constantfeeling of not belonging, the never-ending suspicions thatsince so much of her life had been spent alone, then it wouldend the same way. That she’d never be worthy of someonecaring for her. His knowing expression, a combination ofsorrow and understanding and pity, was unbearable to watch.She looked elsewhere—at the laughing students, at the coffeecup lids stacked next to the counter, at the stickers on a girl’sMacBook—and slid her hand away from under his palm.“You should go.” She attempted a smile, but it felt wobbly.“Finish your surgeries.”He didn’t break eye contact. “I care. Anh cares—Anhwould have chosen you over Jeremy. And you care, too. We allcare about one another, and I’m still here. I’m not goinganywhere.”“It’s different.”“How?”Olive didn’t bother answering and used her sleeve to dryher cheek. Adam was different, and what Olive wanted fromhim was different, but she couldn’t—didn’t want to articulateit. Not now. “I won’t tell him.”“Ol.”“No,” she said, firm. With her tears gone, she feltmarginally better. Maybe she was not who she had thought,but she could fake it. She could pretend, even to herself. “I’mnot going to tell him. It’s a horrible idea.”
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“I’m sorry. It’s just . . . it’s the way it works. My mom. My
grandparents. My father—one way or another, everyone is
gone. If I let myself care, Adam will go, too.” There. She’d put
it into words, said it out loud, and it sounded all the truer
because of it.
Malcolm exhaled. “Oh, Ol.” He was one of the few people
to whom Olive had opened up about her fears—the constant
feeling of not belonging, the never-ending suspicions that
since so much of her life had been spent alone, then it would
end the same way. That she’d never be worthy of someone
caring for her. His knowing expression, a combination of
sorrow and understanding and pity, was unbearable to watch.
She looked elsewhere—at the laughing students, at the coffee
cup lids stacked next to the counter, at the stickers on a girl’s
MacBook—and slid her hand away from under his palm.
“You should go.” She attempted a smile, but it felt wobbly.
“Finish your surgeries.”
He didn’t break eye contact. “I care. Anh cares—Anh
would have chosen you over Jeremy. And you care, too. We all
care about one another, and I’m still here. I’m not going
anywhere.”
“It’s different.”
“How?”
Olive didn’t bother answering and used her sleeve to dry
her cheek. Adam was different, and what Olive wanted from
him was different, but she couldn’t—didn’t want to articulate
it. Not now. “I won’t tell him.”
“Ol.”
“No,” she said, firm. With her tears gone, she felt
marginally better. Maybe she was not who she had thought,
but she could fake it. She could pretend, even to herself. “I’m
not going to tell him. It’s a horrible idea.”