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Entering Alessia’s room without as much as a knock or a warning, Oliver closes the door behind himself gently, brow furrowed as he gazes about. “Uh… hey.” Oliver speaks softly as he pads further inside, feeling vulnerable and on edge. His eyes are heavy from the quantity of pills he’s taken, just as he does every night only to be left restless with nothing to do but read until he finally succumbs to sleep late. However, tonight was different– because she messaged him. Tugging at the collar of his plain white tee, Oliver presses his lips together to form a hard line, cheeks heating up with a flushed tint. “I-I… I just wanted to see you.” He looks down, twiddling his thumbs a bit nervously as he draws closer to her bed. “I know… we left each other w-without… really saying much… but I just wanted you to know that I’m sorry. I’m sorry that– well– that I got so angry with you that night. I-I don’t… know why, but I couldn’t stop myself. I know, y-you manipulated me… but, I mean… I’m in control of my actions. And the last thing I’d ever want is to cause you pain the way that I did.” His voice is hushed and quiet, clearly not alright with how things got so out of hand the last time they’d met. Finally, he forces himself to look up at her as he pushes his hair back. “I’m so tired of being upset a-and wondering– what could I have done differently when it comes to us.” Oliver speaks up before finally seating himself at the edge of her bed with hesitance. “I just want to be myself. And I know it’s n-not… perfect. I-I know… it’s not always appealing or exactly what you want… but it’s me. If you… love me… then you should at the very least… try to meet me in the middle.”
after texting oliver, alessia felt slightly better. knowing that he didn’t absolutely hate her put her mind at ease. it was nice to know that after everything, he still loved her in some way. she was nervous to see him, though. it was so easy to talk through a phone. she didn’t have to see him and he didn’t have to see her, there was nothing hard about that. when she heard the door open she jumped slightly and moved to sit on the side of the bed, her feet dangling over the edge. “hi,” she smiled. she glanced over his features and resisted the urge to frown. it broke her heart to see him looking so tired. she wanted to wrap him in her arms and just let him rest. when he was close enough, she reached out and grabbed his hands and squeezed them gently. “i wanted to see you too,” she whispered. alessia listened to him speak and get his point across. she sighed and bowed her head for a moment. she hated that she caused him to do something that he would have never done normally. “you don’t have to be sorry, but i know that’s not the kind of person you are. will you feel better if i accept your apology? because i do, i accept it. and i’m also sorry for manipulating you and saying such hurtful things,” she frowned and let go of his hands. “it wasn’t a bad pain, though. i kind of like having reminders of how you can make me feel. no one else can make me feel the way you do,” she said softly. she nodded her head along with his words, “i don’t think there’s anything you could have done differently. i think we just need to leave the past alone and stop trying to make up for it and change it.” alessia looked at him with her head tilted, “what’s your middle?”