Two Seats from the End

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The cinema was nearly empty—just a handful of people scattered across rows of red velvet seats. Soft previews played on the screen, and the scent of buttered popcorn lingered in the air like a memory.

Olivia slid into her usual seat. Two from the end. Row H.

It was the spot she always picked. Close enough to the screen to feel it, far enough back to disappear.

She hadn’t planned to come tonight. Not after everything.

But some habits were harder to break than others.

The lights dimmed. The room hushed.

And then someone sat beside her.

She turned slightly. Her heart skipped.

Eli.

He didn’t look surprised to see her. He didn’t even say hello. Just offered a small, crooked smile and handed her the other half of a chocolate bar.

She stared at it for a second. Took it.

And in that quiet, flickering light, the space between them began to feel like something familiar. Something still alive.

They hadn’t spoken in weeks. Not since the fight. Not since they both said things that didn’t sound like them.

But now, with a silent movie unfolding in front of them and shadows dancing across the walls, it was like the world had paused—just enough for them to find each other again.

Midway through the film, his pinky brushed hers on the armrest. It stayed.

Later, as the credits rolled and the lights came up, neither of them moved.

Finally, Eli whispered, “You always come here when something hurts.”

Olivia nodded. “And you always find me.”

He looked at her, this time fully. “Maybe I’m done finding you.”

Her heart tightened.

But then he added, “Maybe this time, I stay.”

And suddenly, the silence between them didn’t feel like distance anymore.

It felt like peace.

Two Seats from the End

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