The middle of the night 3:13am
Oli POV:
I woke up with a massive headache and I instantly remembered what had happened. "Wow it's only been a few hours..." I thought looking down at my hands making sure it wasn't a dream. "¿Guess not huh?" I thought once again. I got out of my bed and headed to get my diary. I didn't want to see it but it is the only way I cope with things soo. I grabbed it out my drawer and headed to my desk. I opened it up and flipped to a new blank page, ignoring the page that came before. And like that my hand started to move on it's own expressing all my feelings and putting all my thoughts into a few pieces of worthless paper. How much more pathetic can this get? How much more pathetic CAN I get? This makes me feel like an 11year old girl writing about her crush in her diary. Except this time it comes with real problems.
"Flowers are like life. They grow, beautiful, tall, with the highest hopes and dreams. They have their faces. Some are known for their beauty. But some for their danger. They start off young with so many years ahead of them. So many chances. However they start aging and soon grow old overtime. Then they rot and die. All their beautiful pedals falling one by one each filled by a dark color that over took them. And like that their beauty gone. And once, what they were used most for was gone, they get thrown out and never looked back at again.
You think you may know whats best for you and you think you may know yourself but you don't. Truly. You may make decisions that you may later regret maybe for a slight moment or maybe for the rest of your life. And for me. Those decisions prove Me. They prove how idiotic I can be in a situation. They prove TO Me that I am a nothing. Just a few pieces of pedals. Like the flower. I age. I grow old. I get overtaken by a dark color. And I die.
But flowers can also die or lose pedals from sadness. Like humans. We go through traumatic experiences that have an affect on us and our pedals start to fall off early. And me...Well me...I am on my last pedal and I don't know exactly if it will hang on tight for me or if it will just give up on me like the rest of my pedals. Or like how people have given up on me. Betrayed me. Hurt me. Left me. They stepped over me. My pedals did not fall off willingly. They were torn off. They used me. Like I was nothing. Left me drained. And for what? So they can grow even more? What did they gain? What did they need? From me. Why did they hurt me? Why did YOU hurt me. I truly don't care about all of the other people. I only care about you. I only want an explanation from you. An apology. So why did you do that to me? Why did you leave me and hurt me? Leave me in the mud. Stranded. I loved you. I LOVE you.
Come back.."
I was crying. It hurts so much. I got up and put my notebook away in a safe place. This time no one knowing where it is. I decided I would head off to sleep and deal with THIS tomorrow.
_____________Next Day____________
Still Oli POV:
I woke up again. This time more tired. I didn't get up and instead went on my phone. I was scrolling through Insta when I came across Regie's post. "Yesterday?" I thought as I frowned. "We had that thing yesterday and he went out?!" "He's a fucking prick!" I quickly turned my phone off clearly being upset. Knock knock.
Seb: Hey Oli you in there?
Oli: yeah need sum?
Seb: can i come in?
Oli: sure
Seb opened the door as i got up now sitting down in bed.
Seb: hey
Oli: hi
Seb: how you feeling?
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"My Forever"💞✨
RomanceTwo boys from the NSB. After Ryan and Sebastian become roommates they grew closer and found feelings that were not knowingly there.
