“ you shouldn't be here after dark. ” / ben to olive
𝐁𝐄𝐍 & 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 @helvehte
Olive jolted. The milk spilled, splattering her skin. She put the glass down on the table. Drip, drip, drip. The milk rolled down her fingers to fall and hit the old kitchen tiles. "Sorry- I just... I couldn't sleep," she sputtered awkwardly, trying to settle the beating of her heart.
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They're not keeping me here, thought Olive, but even as she thought the words, they tasted like ash in her mouth. She grabbed the glass again to try and wash the taste with milk. All it did was make her queasy.










