Blurred Sentimentality

One Day (Ch. 51)

Olivia

So many things were going on in my head. I thought I died for a few minutes, and instead of worrying about literally anything in my life: my parents, my friends, my stuff, my goals, my memories; I chose to worry about him only.

Ever since I've met him, my life became the most exciting it had ever been. He was a challenge. He turned everything into an argument and was usually rude and cocky. It was about time I've seen the layer under that. He was a sweet, brave badass. A really caring one too. He taught me about how to have courage and get out of my comfort zone. I would've never joined a football team if it weren't for him. I would've never followed my passion, or even tried signing up for football here.

He made me feel beautiful and worthy. He was always there for me when I needed him, even when my own parents weren't. He made me feel extremely happy. I craved his company like crazy every time we were away.

He was just perfect for me.

But he wouldn't let me in.

He was depressed for a good amount of time. He used to be quick-tempered and the slightest question would send him fuming at you. He was not close with his family at all -and still isn't- probably with his sister only, who he rarely saw. He had a sentimental attachment with his past that didn't allow him to get over it or even talk about it to anyone.

According to his friends, he used to be suicidal a couple of years ago, when he lost his brother. He was really careless about his life the whole time, like it didn't matter if he died.

All that made me angry. Since he didn't want to tell me the reason. He didn't tell me why he was depressed in the first place, and now that it was getting worse when he came face-to-face with his dad, he was still trying to convince me that it wasn't important.

I had a terrible feeling about that, like something was going to go wrong and drive us apart after all the efforts we've put to be together.

Chaz

It was all my fault. Again. I should've never agreed to be with her. I hurt her trying to protect her. Every damn time.

It felt like it was the end of the world for me. I didn't even remember when the last time I cried was, yet here I was drowning in my own tears in the hospital waiting room. Each time my heart pumped blood, it felt like someone punched it.

A fucked up driver hit her right in front of my eyes. The way the blood quickly exploded and how she fell to the concrete broke me. Both psychically and emotionally. That was probably more traumatic for me than her. I saw it coming, and there was nothing I could do about it.

She helplessly fell over and hit her hit as a red pool surrounded her. I watched her eyes slowly shut as three words came out of her mouth that made me feel worse than ever. Why would she love me? If I were her, I wouldn't even think about talking to me.

I hated myself for that. Why did I have to be so complicated? Why did my life have to be so unbelievable? Why did I have to fuck up everyone I loved?

"Mr. Carter?" Someone placed their hand on my shoulder. I swiftly dried my face and raised my head.

"Yeah?" I stood up when the doctor arrived.

"I'm afraid to say that Olivia broke a rib cage. We are thankful the car wasn't moving faster than that." He said slowly and I collapsed back on the chair.