Tay breathed in deeply, raising her eyebrows at his words afterwards. “Oliver,” She said gently, slowly lifting up her hand to put it on his shoulder. “You aren’t making sense.” She told him, sighing softly. “Talk to me, Oliver. Why don’t you think the world doesn’t like you anymore?”
Oliver felt him do that, and looked down at her, tilting his head to the side. "It sounded better in my head." He said, smiling slightly. "Because they've taken, literally, everything from me." He said, being serious now. "It's taken my mom, my sanity, my family, my only support system, and my house." He said/








