𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓼 • 𝒜𝓇𝓇ℴ𝓌

1.1| 𝒦𝓃𝒶𝓇𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈

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Chloé never seemed to be free of the ache within her head.

Most mornings she simply woke head already aching and nothing changed that. Not even sleep but there was little else she could do. Other than keep pushing through, it would go away eventually.

It had been a chaotic few weeks and she simply couldn't seem to catch a break.

Though there was one thing that brought some small sense of ease and waves of concern to the forefront of her mind.

She didn't quite know how they'd ended up at this point.

But they had, ever since that night Oliver had become a friend. She had done something that she hadn't been able to do with anyone else for years and let him into her life. Something that was both relieving and concerning.

It had been so long since anybody had been able to break through her walls, to get as close as he had to the person she was underneath all the smiles and lies. He understood her, seemed to know what it was she was thinking and keeping hidden from sight.

A connection that went both ways as she felt she understood him better than she'd understood anyone in a long time. She knew to well the pain and hurt he was holding so tightly within his chest, fighting just to keep it contained.

Even though in reality they'd only known each other for no more than a few months, she felt she'd known him years.

Or perhaps it was simply because she knew him as he was in the quieter moments, not the person he'd once been. Knew all the feelings and pain he just couldn't express.

And with each day that passed, she only began to realize more and more how alike they truly where.

Brushing a strand of curled hair from her face, gripping tight to her cane she made her way into her living room. Finding Oliver once more asleep on her sofa bed.

Another thing she wasn't quite sure how that had come to happen. After the night last week, he'd been unable to go home, to keep on lying around his family every single day. So she'd offered her sofa and kept the offer open.

Told him, any time he needed a break from lying or just having to act as though he was fine around his family. As though everything that had happened to him hadn't, as though he was just some billionaire play boy.

Then her sofa was available to him, no questions asked.

She was in part grateful that he continued to take the offer. Because even if they didn't talk, just having him around helped, when he was, the thoughts didn't get so overwhelming. Simply because he was there and she wasn't alone with nothing but those thoughts.

It was probably the same for him, which was why he returned every other day. So if even for just a few hours, he didn't have to deal with the thoughts, the memories, the lying and acting.

She turned as his phone began to vibrate from where it was sitting on the table. 'Oliver.' She called, 'Oliver.'

He groaned, rising, rubbing a hand over his face. 'I'm up.' He sighed, turning to his ringing phone. Clearing his throat before he answered. 'Hello? Mom, hi. Uh-yeah, sorry, I'm fine, I just stayed with a friend.'

Chloé suppressing her laugh as his face fell. 'Uh, no, of course I didn't forget about our lunch today.' He lied, sitting bolt upright. 'Yes, don't worry nothing will interrupt us this time.'

She headed into the kitchen and begun making breakfast for both of them, it wasn't even something she thought about now. It had become routine, Oliver wasn't particular about the food either, probably something to do with being stranded on a deserted Island for 2 or so years.