We'll stay gold forever. [Oli Sykes FF]

Chapter 2

Merry christmas to you all guys! Here is my present for all you little precious babes. A new chapter, yayz! So tell me, how will you celebrate christmas? Are you excited? :3 Feel free to tell me about it in the comments below!

This chapter is dedicated to the lovely lo_olaa for being a very supportive friend and always listening to me when I felt like shit. You sure have to endure a lot because of me, it must be really annoying having to listen to me whining all day haha. But you do it anyways and you care and want to make sure I'm fine. There aren't many people who actually give a shit so I'm very thankful for that. Also! Make sure to check out her stories because they are absolutely amazing. She even posted one about me and Oli and aaah, I'm still fangirling because of it haha <3

Song for this chapter is the piano version of Deathbeds - Bring Me The Horizon. I learned to play this song on the acoustic guitar not too long ago and now it's basically stuck in my head, but I don't complain. I love it.

Also, to make things clear. I never wanted to write a story about Oliver where Hannah or Amanda are characters you automatically don't like. Because I really admire them so much and I hate the fact that in many stories they're the 'basic whores' that everyone hates. So I didn't mean to make Hannah seem like an annoying girl or anything, idk. Don't get the wrong idea please. I love this girl so much, seriously. I admire her work and just from what I can tell by her posts she seems like a chill and awesome person. Down to earth, caring and sweet. She's somewhat the person I look up to as she seems so happy and satisfied with her life and with what she's doing. So to cut it short: I do not hate Hannah Pixie Snowdon. I in fact think she is the most perfect human being on earth. For real.

Merry christmas to you all, I love you guys. Thank you for supporting me that well!

There is such hope in the stories we've been told.
Recounted endless times be the aging and old.
Tales of peace, worship and holy places.
Places adorned with gold and lofty terraces.

But I'm always left with quiet dismay
Cause I'm told that some of those I love won't be with me
So I'm left behind in an eternal place
Cause the ones who meant the most didn't receive your grace

They called it beautiful, but to me it holds nothing that is holy.
I can only know what I've seen.
And what I've seen is that you've made us clean.
Given us the right to be anything we want to be.
Why would go give me eyes to see and then deny me these?

Oliver's POV:

After about an hour, I decided to give the conversation another try. So I took a deep breath before knocking on the door twice again. After I heard a groan from inside, I opened the door. "What are you still doing here? I told you to leave me alone," Lilith muttered as she kept staring at the ceiling.

"Have you calmed down yet?," I asked ignoring her question. She turned her head to me and just stared at me. "I'll take that as a yes," I shrugged and walked up to her bed again before I sat down on the chair that stood next to it.

"You should take that as a fuck you," she snapped as she rolled her eyes.

"Have the doctors told you?" I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck. Her eyes wandered back to the ceiling. She didn't reply. After a while she just nodded and bit her lower lip. "Hey, don't make that face. You'll see you will get out of here in no second!" I tried to cheer her up and gently poked her side. But she showed no reaction.