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Nova p.o.v

The day died down quickly, the sun was starting to set; Beautiful warm colors entered through my window. The horse hike was fun; Oliver and I talked a lot about random things like death, life, California and even horses. We laughed and held hands, and everything just seemed perfect. I was resting on my bed, my hands on my stomach. After we came back from the hike, Oliver and I went in our separate rooms, back to our reality. Our temporary reality.

My room was quiet, too quiet. It was making me uncomfortable. Without even thinking I stood up from my bed and found myself outside of Oliver's room. Without hesitation, I slowly knocked on his door and waited for an answer. I don't know why I felt so confident, it was weird and unusual; but I liked it. I heard a small mumble from inside and the room door swung open.

There he was again, in front of me, his gorgeous green eyes looking at me. I was in loss of words. Hell, I don't even know why I came here in the first place!

"Humm...." Oh no, I was stuttering. This was going to be a disaster. "I was just bored and thought... You know... Hi" I said with an awkward smile. He chuckles and pushed the door wide open, letting me pass.

His room smelled of deep and manly cologne. Even though it was extremely strong, it filled up my lungs and made me feel instant comfort. I took in every aspect of his room. On his bed, he had pages and pages of writing. I took a step forward, and saw it was in a poem form. I extended my hand to pick up one of them, but a strong hand stopped me.

"Not that." He said with a lower voice then usual. I wasn't going to lie, he intimidated me. Every time we made contact, chills ran up my spin.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was personal."

"Well, it is." He scurried to pick all of them up in a pile and put then back in a red folder.
He lifted up the mattress from his bed, put the folder there and covered it back up. Out of sight. "So, anything I particular you came here for?" He asked.

"This afternoon was nice with you."

"I guess..." Why was he so distant?

"Is something wrong?"

"Nope." He said popping the 'p'.

"Can I sit?" I asked pointing to the bed. He nodded.

"This might sound a bit invasive, but who are you?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" He answered, sounding surprised by my question.

"Who are you? Who is Oliver Stern? The real one, not the one depicted and overshadowed by rehab."

"Who am I? I don't know. I guess i'm still in that phase of not know who I am and why I was put on this earth. That's probably why all of this started, and ending up in rehab." I felt his weight on the bed as he sat next to me.

"Do you think rehab will help you answer your unanswerable questions?"

"Now that's the real question. Is this ever going to help me, or is this just bull? Is it like purgatory, where I just wait here and once they send me off to live again on my own I kill myself of overdose?"