#diaryredacted

[believedtruly-a]

“ THERE IS , ” is all oliver can muster . she has to remind herself that rosie has forgotten , whether it’s intentional or not doesn’t matter . the hard part is deciding HOW SOON IS TOO SOON . “ do you remember these woods ? they ring a bell ? ”

@diaryredacted​ : there’s something very , very strange in these old woods .

[believedtruly-a]

“ YOU KNOW YOU MEAN THE WORLD TO ME , ROSIE ,” they look over , offering a soft smile packed with gratitude . IT’S BITTERSWEET . there’s always this looming crowd of regret and guilt hanging over oliver’s head — if she hadn’t made everyone go into the woods that night , THEY WOULDN’T BE THIS FUCKED UP , and now she feels like she’s forcing rosamond to come back . however , moments like these reground her ; these moments remind them that they’re not totally terrible . “ the offer stands from my end . i don’t sleep anyway , so i promise , it won’t be an issue , ” a tired laugh escapes before they draw in a slow breath . “ THANK YOU . ”

@diaryredacted : even if it's in the middle of the night , i'll be there . so don't hesitate . just call me .