overthinker4952
"I wasn't born broken. Someone made me this way." - Oliver
Oliver doesn't cry anymore. Not after what his father did. Not after what Lucy became. And definitely not after he learned to lie so well he forgot what the truth sounded like.
He's seventeen, stitched together by silence and sarcasm, dragging himself through a family that's cracking at the seams. Lucy? She used to be his safe place. Now she's the ghost of a girl who once held his hand in the dark.
In a house full of secrets and a heart full of noise, Oliver is trying to survive-school, trauma, love, rage, and the kind of loneliness that sits in your chest like a stone.
This isn't a story about healing. Not yet.
This is a story about what breaks before it begins to mend.
And the people we lose while trying to find ourselves.