All he could see in his vision is blurry, unrecognizable objects. His eyelids ached from the fatigue, his ripped clothes are his only protection from the cold. Oliver is practically a mess, stumbling around the streets like some sort of zombie. Ever since his escape from the incident, the only place he called home is the streets.
His hand is placed against the walls of buildings for a guide and support as he roamed around. He feels week in his knees, his head is dizzy. If he did came across an alleyway, a temporal “home”, they would be occupied. ‘Can I please find somewhere to rest?’
It seems that his secret wish has been granted when he came across another alleyway. In an instant he stumbles further. He ceases his steps to try his best to see the surroundings. There were trash cans and cardboard boxes surrounding them, some on top of the cans. There doesn’t seem to be any living person around.
He fell to his knees, ignoring the pain scorching throughout his body from the impact. He’s slowly losing his adrenaline to continue moving. Right now, he’s just relieved that he can rest without any disturbance. On his hands and knees he crawls towards the trash can, settling himself beside it. He then began to make a small wall with the cardboard boxes in attempt to keep himself warm.
Finishing building his little house, he gently leans his head against the brick wall behind him as he lets a soft sigh escape from his chapped lips. His eyelids are half open now. For once in the past few days, he can feel his body relaxing. It’s such a beautiful sensation. Oliver takes this moment to savor feeling. His vision is going dark now; he can feel sleep approaching fast. He eagerly lets it devour his body, his eyes slowly closing as he goes in a deep slumber.
His senses are still active, however. He hears movement. He gets a sudden chill when the cardboard boxes are moved away. Huh, it seems some of them landed on his head from the trashcan by accident. Then, he hears a voice, a female one to be exact.
‘My beautiful sleep…’ he sorrowfully thought. Might as well prove to the voice that he is no corpse. Hah, he isn’t planning on dying yet. Within a moment, he open his eyelids, luckily his vision is a little better due to having some sleep. Slowly he turns his head to the right to meet legs. So he lets his eyes travel up to see a face.
He finds no will in him to talk, so he just silently stares at the person who dares interrupt his sleep. Ah, still hard to see their face. He lazily raises up his arm and rubs his eye, getting rid of the crust and dirt. There, much better. He return his gaze to the person.
…Hold on. Her hair is… grey? It’s hard to tell due to the lack of light, but her eyes… are red. Those particular colours are strangely making him reach into his memories. Just in case, he rubs his eye, a bit more quicker than last time and looks up at the stranger.
No. It– it can’t be. There’s just no possible way! He can feel his body slowly waking up, the familiar adrenaline rush pumping in his veins. He’s being hopeful now, but dammit it can’t be true! It can’t be her who saved him from the burning asylum! He looks down, letting his fingertips gently graze at the nape of his neck in thought. He just needs proof that its her. It seems she has her beautiful features, those perfect red eyes that can stand out in any fire.
‘Dammit Oliver.’ the proof that he lives, his heart, is thumping in a fast pace. Just thinking about her… His hand that once is grazing his neck is now clutching his jacket. ‘Please calm down.’ he thought. He once again looks up at the person, his features softening to a tired look.
“I am very much alive, miss.” he finally said, a little surprised on how tired he sounds. Well wandering around without any sleep can be a problem. “Is there… anything you need?” there must be a legitimate reason for waking someone up.
When the supposed corpse moved suddenly on it’s own, Tei couldn’t help but flinch a little, losing her balance and abruptly falling on her butt. She truly didn’t expect that body to be alive... or even less speak to her in the first place. However, regardless of the sudden scare, she was very glad to know there wasn’t a dead person right behind the bakery. That would’ve been quite a complex story to explain to policemen, knowing how much she loooved them. Ha.
She blinked a few times before shaking her head composing herself once again. Tei afterwards gave the talking corpse a quick more in-depth look. It was a male, a teenage male to be exact, dirty blond messy hair and honey eyes-- no... eye. The kid looked as if he hadn’t had a drop of sleep in at least a few days, she could tell by the sound of his voice and the nearly empty look in his eyes. ‘He looks almost like a stray dog...’ her expression softened. Where did this kid even come from? Tei was almost certain she had never seen this boy around before. She couldn’t forget faces with ease, even of people she had just taken a quick glance to. Nonetheless, his face looked oddly familiar, as if it tried to ring a bell on her head but she couldn’t hear it. ‘Just... Who is this kid...?’
Then suddenly, her mind did a small click.
Her eyes widened as a bunch of images flashed inside her head. Fire, she remembered the fire... Even though it was all kind of a blur in her mind at that moment in time, for some reason Tei somewhat remembered that weak and tired face, somewhere deep in her head hiding in between the flames. ‘Are you...?’
Quickly, Tei tried to calm herself down. She legitimately had no proof that this boy had anything to do with those memories that she kept at the back of her mind regardless of how strong the feeling was. Composing herself once again, she sighed and decided it was time to speak back. She had a lot of questions, without doubt, but she decided so start with the basics...
“No... nothing in particular.”
Tei looked down for a second, feeling a bit embarrassed for confusing the boy’s body with a corpse. Then she noticed the boy’s clothes, ripped and dirty beyond repair, no wonder why she thought he was dead, he looked almost like a zombie. “Though, are you... alright? You don’t look quite... well.” For a moment, Tei couldn’t believe she was asking some homeless kid if they were alright. But she clearly felt thrilled to know more about this boy in particular.
‘Could it really be.... him...?’
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