i woke up in his arms.
my fingers crossed, hoping it was out of pure
kindness and not pity.his gaze stayed on me, never leaving.
i hope he never leaves.
he brushed a strand of hair, tucking it
behind my ear.oliver was being so weird?
the boy gently spoke,
nell, what's wrong? you've been
awfully quiet.woah.
wasn't i constantly slient?
no, incorrect.ever since that day with
my mom's argument,
i never really felt happy in
my own household.but i never realized how much quieter
i have gotten.i guess oliver noticed.
it's okay, i mumbled.
he glanced at me in disbelief.
comfort and joy reached me as oliver
hugged me even tighter.even then, i know this'll
pass and i'll never experience this again.i hate everything.
the world hates me, it hurts.
tears streamed down my cheeks
as if it were a waterfall.i'm so weak.
he wiped my tears, obnoxiously
gentle.warmth.
something i hadn't felt in
long, long time.w a r m t h.
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cherry flavored.
Poetrynelly isn't very fond at the thought of her mom, and at oliver's cherry flavored lip balm supposedly. rankings: #1 in deepthinking 10/10/24 #46 in thoughts 10/18/24 reads: 101 10/13/24 158 10/18/24