We Are Ophiuchus

Midnight Icecream

My bros! This is your beloved author, yes, yes, thank you... it is I, CandleKitten. I've just come to tell you that this chapter is going to be from Olive's perspective. I hope you all enjoy! ♥️

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I winced, grimacing. When Rose had shoved me, my hand had flung out, slapping Owen across the face. The smear of blood over his jaw and cheek proved that... It brought me back to what had happened to Cory.... I shook my head vigorously. I knew that thinking about my mistakes in the past would only limit me in the future... but sometimes... I just couldn't help remembering it....

Owen grunted, helping me back onto my feet. I tried to avoid looking at his blood smeared face... I didn't like the flashbacks that came to mind. I walked over to the door that Rose and Xantha were laughing hysterically behind. I listened for a bit, a smile tugging involuntarily at the corners of my mouth.

Rose, you sly, little bastard... I thought, finally allowing the smile to fully spread out over my whole face.

I knocked several times, then sighed in frustration. Rose could hold out all night if she wanted. I'd never get any sleep if I stood here all night knocking... and nor would Rose. I had to give it to her, she really did know how to put someone in checkmate. Pushing my way past Owen, I begrudgingly said, "C'mon. Let's go, I'm tired and hungry — and just so you know — I get the shower first."

"Alright. I'm kind of hungry too—"

Owen trailed off, staring in disbelief at the exact thing I was staring at in disbelief. I glanced around in desperation... Eren had to be joking. I let out a low growl, turning away from the only bed in the room, heading toward the bathroom.

There was literally only one bed....

Over my shoulder, I told Owen, "I'm going to take a shower."

"Okay..." he replied, uncertainty lacing through his voice.

I turned the water all the way to hot, slipping into the steaming shower,
and letting the water cascade over me. I almost fell asleep standing; the warm water felt so nice on my tense muscles. I tried to wash my cut, but every time I even grazed it, I winced in pain. The stinging made me dizzy, so I leaned against the wall of the shower to steady myself.

I pulled on a wide-necked, long sleeved, grey shirt. It was made of a soft cottony material that felt good on my skin. I took a pair of dark grey sweat pants out of my backpack, which rested next to the door. Putting on new clothes felt amazing... and the sweat pants were so comfortable. Yawning, I exited the bathroom, flopping down on the bed carelessly. I closed my eyes, letting out a contented sigh, allowing myself to sink into the fluffy, white sheets of the hotel bed.

"You look... different."

I cracked open an eye and glared at Owen. He was leaning against the frame of the bed, in his hands was the room key card. His eyes were fixed on some point out of the window, his head tilted to the side.

"I know that face," I told him, grabbing a pillow from the head of the bed and crossing my arms over it and resting my chin on my arms. "That's the face you make when you can't stop thinking about something. Well, spit it out."

His eyes met mine, and sighing, he shifted uneasily.

"The riddle, it's just been... bothering me..." he replied, avoiding my gaze.

"What part?" I asked, flipping myself over comfortably. I stared at the ceiling, hands resting lightly on my stomach.

"The part about being lost to something," he clarified shortly.