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's home always had a very homey vibe. anyone who would walk in would immediately feel like they were welcomed and belonged. even the pizza guy who comes every friday.
as the both of them walked into olive's home in the middle of the day, with a high and unstable luca in tow, they ended up in olive's room.
he laid on her bed, completely spaced out, staring at the ceiling as if it were the whole universe.
olive came back to the room with a glass of water, band aids and antiseptic. the cuts were obviously not cleaned properly because of the dried blood surrounding them.
"what are you doing?" he asked, quietly.
"cleaning your battle wounds, drink this" she said, watching him gulp down the water as she finished up cleaning his arms.
tears start running down his face, slowly. he showed no sign of holding them back. "they're back, my parents." he finally said, his voice deep, and gravelly. he chuckled, a sad one. "they acted as if they had only been gone for a day, in reality they were gone for three fucking months" he sniffled in between. "they don't care though, they don't care that they are abandoning their son, leaving him in the huge house that is no longer a home even. all they care about is whether or not their son is taking his medicine, so they don't have a mentally ill kid running around. there is no love. they are leaving me again. just like everyone does. they leave me, you will get tired of my shit and leave me, i just -" and finally he broke.
he broke down, crumbling into pieces in front of her eyes, shaking and sobbing out, cries of help, in need of love.
he was scared to trust anyone, to let anyone help him, to love anyone, because of this sole reason, that everyone would leave him.
she would never leave him though.
olive takes him into her arms and sits next to him on her bed. the position is awkward, he is way to big to fit on he lap, so just his head should suffice.
as his cries calm down while she stroked his hair, she began to speak,"luca, you're wrong." she shook her head, curls slightly bouncing. "i will never leave you. ever. your parents will never leave you. ever. we are all here for you until the day we die. and you need to believe this. please. please believe me when i say, that you mean so much to me that i don't think i could leave you alone" she giggled through her tears.
he looked up into her eyes. seeing the truth. the love. the strength and power this mixed girl has over him.
and she looked down into his eyes. seeing the belief. the love. the strength and power this italian boy has over her.
so they kiss, smiling through the short pecks of care, soft lips meeting the other, the both of them feel their hearts beat faster against each other, proving the strength of their infatuation.
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