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OLIVIA DIDN'T KNOW HOW LONG she sat on her bathroom floor, it could've been hours.
she didn't have many healthy coping mechanisms, but one of the biggest ones was writing songs.
she had been doing it for as long as she could remember, and probably had hundreds of song drafts laying around her room which would never be publicly released.
she had been thinking of lyrics for a long time for a specific song, but she could never get it to sound right.
it was incredibly frustrating. she had already written out a guitar riff, drum beats, stuff like that, but her lyrics just were not working.
so, on her bathroom floor, in a puddle of her own tears, the inspiration came to her.
she grabbed her phone from across the bathroom and opened her notes, scrawling down a bunch of lyrics that she prayed would work.
she pretty much just wrote about everything that just happened, finding it so easy to explain her feelings in songs rather than real life, where it seemed oh so complicated.
she wiped her tears with the back of her sleeve, sighing as she looked and saw they were covered in runny mascara from when she had fallen asleep on salem and forgotten to take it off.
she pulled her sweatshirt off and tossed it in the hamper beside her, shivering at the cold air now hitting her exposed skin.
she walked into her room, shuffling through her clothes to find another sweater.
there it caught her eye. it was a blue knitted sweater with a goose on it. she crouched down, sitting on the floor as she grabbed it from the ground of her closet.
as her hands became familiar with the soft fabric, her mind flashed to the first time she had met salem.
she was so sweet. god she was so fucking sweet. she seemed so genuine, such a kind person.
olivia couldn't lie and say she didn't get butterflies when she offered her sweater up to a complete stranger, or when she offered to take her back to her house and drive her home after she felt uncomfortable.
