12(a)
"I won't leave you alone."
I was serious and I was telling the truth.
For a long time after Oliver left, I always dreamed of him.
I dreamed that he and I were standing in the snow, which was rare to see in the South. I reached out to catch the falling snowflakes and watched them melt in my palm. Oliver was afraid of the cold. His face was pale with cold, but his fingertips were red.
I threw a snowball at Oliver. I was ready to defend myself, but he just smiled at me and suddenly disappeared like a wisp of smoke.
I gradually realized that for me, Oliver was more important than I thought.
But I didn't contact him anymore. In my dream, Oliver's face became more and more blurred. Finally, I went to college and knew more and more people in the new environment.
Time flew. I couldn't contact Oliver or feel his existence, so I forgot him. This was the most common thing in the world.
For me, Oliver had gradually become a distant dream, sealed in my memory by dust.