cherry flavored.

stay

nelly!

oliver shouted.

what was
he doing here?

his legs ran to me
quickly.

he gripped onto me
tightly as if i would
dissolve into
thin air
if he let go.

nelly, it's okay,
i'm here.

oh, how i
wish i
could believe those
words i longed for my
whole entire life.

what's wrong?
are you okay?
who did this?
nelly, please speak.

i'm too overwhelmed
by his questions,
but i finally felt cared
for.

i responded
back with an i don't know.

the boy definitely thinks i'm
obnoxiously pathetic.

why would he care?

of course, oliver would never
wonder about my
struggles.

oliver pitys me.

p i t y

i own a strong
hatred towards
that word.

it's when i roll
it on my tongue,
it doesn't ever
sound right.

he picked me up
bridal style, while
my eyes shut in

thank you.
i muttered under
my breath quietly.

slience filled
the air.

did he
just desire for
me to fall
on the ground?

no, he nodded
with a smile.

i grinned too.

despite the fact
i hate glancing at
that cherry flavored lip balm
on his plump lips.

i hope he stays.

i want him to stay.

i need him to stay.

s t a y.