+ flosapex.
{ oscar's been awake for more than fifty three hours. he keeps thinking the door's going to unlock while he sleeps and armed men will barge into his home, point a gun to his head and pull the trigger to paint the walls with his brains.
needless to say, he doesn't get much sleep. anymore.
so when he sees a flash of bright blonde hair sweep in front of his hazy, depleted green eyes -- he thinks it's a trick. a mirage of the mind, so to speak. though, he finds himself staring, and can't will his gaze to break away from the girl with the blonde hair and the pretty little sundress. }













