prologue

dear oliver,

hello. i don't know if you still remember me. i hope you do.

remember in high school? you were considered as 'the loner'. you didn't talk to anyone. i could tell you were depressed. the look on your face was one that was permanently etched on mine. i didn't even have to take a second glance to realize something was wrong.

so i made what seemed at the time the worst decision of my life, but now i look back, and it was one of the best.

i walked up to you, sweating profoundly, and touched your shoulder.

everyone was too wrapped up in their own worlds to see what was currently going on.

you turned around and looked at me.

your expression was heartbreaking, just like any other day.

"are you ok," i asked.

"im perfectly fine," you lied.

and with that, you shut your locker, and walked away.

i never knew that interaction would bloom into something more.