The boy & the brownies.

Six.

A/N
The picture on the side is of Chai. It's not exactly how I imagined her to look, but it's pretty close. Because I wanted her to have black, long, straight hair and blue eyes. I love blue eyes. In my head, her features were different but I think the picture is pretty close to what I imagined. Enjoy the chapter!
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"You make the best brownies in the world." Says Oliver. Like always, Oliver had come to visit me in the middle of the day. I had made the batch this morning, so they were still warm.
"My mom made better. I never liked brownies, but hers were different. I actually wanted a second one." I tell him. He nods, shoving more brownies in his mouth. I had made him coffee, none for me.
"Why aren't you drinking any coffee?" He asks.
"Don't like it."
"Really?!" I nod.
"I hate it, my mother wasn't the biggest fan of it either. She only drank it to wake her up in the morning." I tell him. He nods. For a while, we sat there in silence. And all that could be heard was the refrigerator running and the A/C working.
"You know Chai, you're really strong." Says Oliver out of the blue. I look over at him,
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"Your mother died six months ago. Six months, that's not that long, and I've only seen you cry once. And you don't spend all your days lying in bed. Crying." He says. I did. Before you. I want to say, but I don't.
"You know Oliver, I never liked crying. I didn't like it when others cried, but I absolutely despised it when I cried, myself. So when my mother was diagnosed with cancer. I didn't cry. And when I was told she only had three months left. I didn't cry. When my mother died, holding my hand. I didn't cry. I didn't cry at her funeral. My dad showed up, I didn't cry. I was frozen. After my mom died, I fell into depression. I refused to do anything. I was stuck in this loop. And all I could think about was her lifeless face when she was lying in the hospital bed. The one time I cried was when I was with you. And you know why Oliver? Cause you remind me of my mother." I tell him. He looked shocked.
"Chai..."
"My mother always said its not a bad life, just a bad day. But sometimes I feel as though it is a bad life. Because when my mom died. It was a horrendous day, but life kept going. Without her. So maybe it is a bad life." I say, holding back my tears.
"Chai, your mother was right. It's never a bad life. It maybe a hard one, or a mean one. But it's not a bad one. Because no life is bad, just hard." He tells me.
"I miss her. I miss her so much."
"I know Chai. I know..."
"You know Chai, we're both pretty similar." He states randomly.
"Huh?"
"You see, like I said, days before. You're broken, no offense. But you're not the only one."
"Oliver, are you okay?" I ask. He shakes his head.
"I'll never be okay. I'll never be normal."
"Oliver, normal is an illusion. What's normal for the spider, is hectic and chaos for the fly." I say,
"Chai, I will never forget. Never." He whispers.
"What?" I ask.
"Chai, I killed my sister."

A/N
I know this is super duper short, and I feel really bad. But I wanted to leave it at that cliffhanger. Be prepared for the next chapter. Again, I'm really sorry it's so short.
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