Olivia is a shy college student who spent years building walls around her heart to avoid heartbreak. Harry is a loud mouth who is determined to break down those walls that gaurd Olivia's heart
"I'm home dad's!" I yell opening the door to my childhood home.
About a month ago I was at an all time low. My crush dated my "friend" who I later found out was my worst enemy. My cat that my dead boyfriend left for me died.
I finished my classes for the semester, and I thought that I should go home to get my mind off things.
Michael and I are as close as ever, even the rest of the boys enjoy my company. The last few weeks of the semester I was staying at their house most nights.
I decided that it was best for me to go home when I continuously ran into Harry around campus. I don't hate him, but it definitely was awkward.
Kayla never showed her face up at our dorm as long as I was there, she found times to get her stuff from there whenever I was gone. I don't care to ever see her again, and I don't know what I'll do to her if I see her.
I'll actually probably do nothing, because I'm weak as hell. I just said that to seem tough.
If I'll being honest I know I'll see her again in the future, and when I do I'll just put my head down like a wimp and I'll walk away as fast as possible.
"Baby!" One of my dad's says to me, he walks up to me and squeezes me in a tight hug.
"Where's dad?" I ask.
"He's on his way from work there's bad traffic." He explains, I nod my head and make my way up to my childhood bedroom.
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Walking into my old room felt nice. I haven't been in here for a long time, and the times I was in my room was very bittersweet. Scattered across my room are the pictures of Toby and I back when things were simple, and not so complicated.
I turn my fairy lights on, and flop down onto my bed soaking up all of the memories that fit in between these four walls. Most of the memories I might forget, but as long as these walls stand they will keep the memories alive.
As I continue to lay there on my bed I remember more and more things that have happened in this room. I think about Toby and I's first time we were intimate. I think of the night I found out Toby was sick. I think of after Toby died.
I remember when he gave me Daisy the day after he broke the heartbreaking news. I was happy at first, but then I remembered he was dying. How was I supposed to see Daisy everyday and not be reminded how much I missed Toby, and the times we shared together.
