Oliver is lost in a world that he loved.
A desire to paint to his hearts content, any form of distraction from his recent heartbreak. Attempting to rebuild his life without the person he loves, adapting to bleak reality.
He was always known for bei...
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MAX COSTELLO
PAST NOVEMBER 2019
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Jodie took our team out for lunch today to celebrate our first draft of the online comic story, everything was going so perfectly and yet I was still waiting for the catch but it never came. So now I finally accepted that this was a well deserved roll and I couldn't wait to see my ideas printed in the final copy.
We decided to eat at a pasta bar, the five of us with plates mounted with all sorts of pasta, sauces and meats. My eyes were definitely bigger than my stomach but I was ravenous after the morning we had.
The first draft was complete and that gave us some time to relax, all we had to do now was make improvements and edit the shit out of it. But we had completed the biggest step and we are so close to publishing it for real.
My phone buzzes in my pocket and I dig my hand in to retrieve it. Oliver's name stretches across the screen and I furrow my eyebrows, he never calls me in the middle of the day.
I glance at Jodie who was already looking at me. "Take it," she encourages.
"Thanks," I smile as I wipe my mouth with a napkin and stand from the table. My finger swipes across the screen and I place my phone to my ear, walking to the front of the restaurant. "Hey."
"Hey," Oliver's voice echoes through the receiver, but I couldn't grasp the tone of his voice. "I'm sorry for calling you at work."
I shake my head. "Don't be stupid, you can call me any time. What's the matter?"
Oliver sighs deeply. "I've got my first counselling session with the mental health team on campus in twenty minutes and I'm just freaking out." He rushes his words and I frown.
"Don't freak out," I tell him calmly. "Just breathe and remember how much this is going to benefit you. Talking to someone, getting it out in the open, a professional who can help you. If you don't like it, you don't have to go back. No one is going to force you to."
"Yeah," his voice is quiet. "I guess."
I purse my lips and stare ahead at the window. "Just go with an open mind, leave all your anxiety outside and take this as an opportunity to talk about things honestly. Get things off your chest and listen to what they can offer you."
"You're right," he says instantly. "I'm just scared because I don't know what to expect."
"Well know that it'll be a safe space and you can leave any time. It's all on your terms, don't feel obliged to stay if you don't feel comfortable. Give it a shot, you'll never know unless you try, baby." I say quietly.
Oliver hums. "Okay, I will. Thank you, that's calmed me a little." He admits.
A smile plasters across my lips. "I'm pleased, let me know how it goes after. Yeah?"
