Haunted Sweetheart. Fransykes

He's A Man Eater

Hello babes, yes, go ahead and tell at me for starving y'all, I know it has been a LONG time. Sorry y'all, I hit a really bad writers block for a long time and randomly got inspiration to write this, so I guess this is it. Lol. Also this is somewhat edited, not a lot so sorry if it is a little bit confusing. Or rushed.

It has been 3 weeks since I was last at Oliver's house, he continues to keep talking to me but I have not responded to him. I refuse to, if I keep talking to him I'll get too close and then he'll find out everything I have ever done. But I haven't been completely avoiding him, sometimes I'll give into him and walk with him home. I never go inside but I watch until he waves out of his window to me to let me know he's safe, something inside me screams to make sure he is safe ever since I saw how his grandparents treated him and his brother. It was not right the way they treated him, he was as sweet as candy, so pure. He didn't deserve to be walked on like dirt from these people. 

I desired to get him out of this hell he was trapped in at home, he deserved to be treated like a king, being fed gapes as he basked in the sun. I would give him everything he asked for if I could. So much has changed within me over the past few weeks, I didn't know why I needed Oliver to be in my arms constantly. But I couldn't even bare the thought f ripping my eyes off of him if I was not forced to. 

I don't understand what is happening, I'm not used to this anymore. I know something is going wrong inside of me with these feelings towards Oliver.  I only last cared for someone like this when I had my last friend and I know too well how that turned out. But I have found out more about Oliver, maybe that is why I feel so strongly to him. Sure, I knew so much about the last people I watched but I was never one to him a full conversation with them. In fact I do not think I have ever even said a word to some of the people I used to hang hung up on my bedroom walls.

But now I know so much about him, 10 times more than Harley or even someone else. But I knew how he's lived here in the past, before he was forced to move somewhere else. A town that was miles and miles out of walking distance from here. That his parents feared if he stayed friends with this boy, that he said he used to be friends with, that he would corrupt him. I believe they were scared Oliver would turn out to be gay is what I am guessing, but even Oliver doesn't know why.

I think he does know deep down why they sent him far away from here that he is just choosing to accept the truth. I wish he would, then I would understand my sweet angel more. Similar to me, he doesn't remember much physical features of his old best friend but he knew much personal things about him. That is where he is unlike me. When I was young I wanted to meet my soulmate so badly that it is almost all I can remember of my childhood, up until my friend left me. I remember so much after then. I stopped believing in finding love with someone that was magically decided for me at birth. That I was supposed to get updates on every now and ten when something important happened in their life. It made me mad, I was always pissed off a few years back, anytime I heard the topic in school I wanted nothing more than to rip out everyone's tongue and force feed their parents it for dinner for speaking of such stupid things.  

I am in no way thinking or saying Oliver is who I think is my soulmate, no, I do not have a soulmate for they do not exist. Sure I get updates on someone but I do not care for them. I do not know what they look like, I just know the name of a few of their old friends. But my sweet Oliver.. he was everything I could ever truly need. I did not need anyone else to see for the rest of my life. I can figure out so much about him just from observing, listening even. Almost everything about him I know at this point, either from his Myspace or from when he would tell me practically his whole life story when we are walking home. He would love to share anything and everything with me, except from a few things. I wanted to know them, no.. I needed to know.