(This is from a 3rd person POV, but it's about Oliver so you can see what happened to our gay boy)
Oliver didn't see Willow. Not today, anyway. He probably wouldn't ever see her again. Why? He was stuck in a crashing building. He had clutched onto a small stuffed cat that Willow had got him after his cat died, which was about a year or so ago. Willow was the nicest person to him, and was the most supportive. His father wasn't the greatest person, and had abused him before his parents divorced and his mom got full custody. But, that wasn't until he was 13. So for the 13 years of his life, he was hurt badly and was constantly tired.
Willow always let him come over whenever he needed, normally letting him sleep on the couch, and having him stay for dinner, and maybe for the night. She was always like a sister to him, and never let him out of her sight. Willow and Oliver were two years apart, and so now, he was 30, and she was 28. They were so close, that they would sometimes call each other siblings. Oliver normally called Willow, "Sis", whenever he was uncomfortable around someone. Willow called Oliver "Brother", when she knew he needed a hug. Willow didn't like physical touch, so when she called Oliver her brother, Oliver had permission to hug her, and walk away from people if needed.
But, while Willow was leaving with Task-Force, he had stumbled out as best as he could from the building and had been walking the broken roads. He saw the truck go past, but knew she couldn't see him. He smiled, seeing that his bestest friend was at least safe from being destroyed by a building. He watched the truck go, continuing to walk the broken concrete. It hurt his feet. His arms stung as cuts bled down his arm and onto the ground. He soon fell, and went unconsious, not dead, yet. His arms were going to get infected, but he was okay. He knew Willow was safe, and that's all he cared about. He would die knowing she was okay, and would live knowing he met such a supportive, caring, loving, person.
Maybe, in another world, the two swapped places. Willow was hurt, and Oliver was alive and with Task-Force. But, we'll never know. Maybe there is a world where both survived this terror. But, it's hard to believe in such luck. :-)
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Stuck With Them Till In England
AléatoireWillow, a 28 year old female with short blue hair, is now stuck with Task Force 141 (From COD) until they get her to England. She has to wear Soap's old S.A.S tactical gear, which sucks because Soap is 6'2 and Willow is 5'8. She hopefully will learn...