olive. a word that signifies peace, besides its most common usage as food.
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a story in which she helps him find peace beyond his despondent thoughts.
(trigger warning: deals with self harm and depression)
olive, reminiscing on her short lived summer break. already counting down the days when school would end again.
she liked the beach. its crashing waves and cool breeze. she often gazed, looking out towards the sea, trying to find where the ocean meets the earth.
though, she never went in the water. too afraid of sinking back into the water, where she had escaped years ago.
escaped her mind of self hate. escaped her thoughts of body image. escaped her demons that always tried to bring her down. escaped her depression.
all she ever wanted was to love herself. to have confidence in herself. to find herself. to be herself.
and now she finally did. she really truly did. and olive wished not to sink back into the waters that haunted her. instead, look upon them. look upon the waters she overcame. look upon the waters, and find her own inner peace.
as she did so, she spotted a figure. a boy. he seemed about her age. as he walked by the shoreline, olive examined his body language.
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droopy, hunched over, and miserable.
his eyes were red. his dark brows creased and his hair disheveled.
she noticed this. she saw how familiar this looked. she wanted to help. she needed to help.
so she tried.
"hey" she called out to him. it seems he didn't hear her, because he made no response to her voice. he just kept on his way.
"hey!" she tried louder. as he looked towards her, olive could definitely see the distress on his face. she started towards him, dusting the sand that stuck to her bum. she never understood why she always wore a swimsuit to the beach if she never swam.
she walked up to him, not saying a word just gazed. looked over his face up close. she could see the freckles that dotted his skin and his long eyelashes that rested on his cheeks.
"what?" he spat. obviously not in the best mood. he was getting tired of her just staring at him for the last minute. also confused and impatient as to why she had stopped him.
"oh" she was startled and hadn't realized how long she was staring for. she didn't want to come across as too nosey and just question him as to why he looked sad, so she asked "do i know you from somewhere? you look quite familiar."
he didn't want to talk to her though. he didn't want to talk to anybody. though, he indeed did know this girl from chemistry class last year. he did not wish to converse with her what so ever. so he walked away.
olive wanted to run after the boy, but she figured he didn't want to talk to anyone at all. just wanted to be left alone. and olive knew that feeling. she knew it very well. she also knew she would see him again.
