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Lydia smiled a little as she tucked her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear carefully "Sorry what did you say?" she asked turning to face the figure next to her as she shoke her head a little.

Sophia didn’t get nervous. Nope, she didn’t get nervous. It was just dinner with Oliver. That was it. They had hung out before. Hell, he had even stayed over her house for a few days back when he needed a place to stay. It was Oliver for crying out loud. Sophia should not be nervous about just having him over for dinner. She popped open a bottle of wine, hoping it would at least mellow her out.

All Oliver can see is Megan. Her hand pressed to his chest. Her eyes worried and scared staring back at his. A small smile graces his lips. “I- i’ve been impaled.” He breathlessly tells her. He can feel the warm blood staining his shirt, drying to the creases in his nails. Sure it hurts, but her eyes are so pretty, her hair dances in front of the light. He can’t feel anything. He doesn’t ask why, and maybe once in his life that’s the best thing he could do right now.

Salted streams run down his face mixing in with the blood from his lips. "I love you Megs." He says laughing lightly. It’s serious he knows, The woman he trusted deliberately pushing a knife into his rib cage. He can’t help it. He loves her, maybe he didn’t say it enough, but it didn’t matter now. He blinks watching as the lights around the broom dim, only for his eyes to open again. He tries to move, to stand, to get away, but he can’t. His legs have turned to jello, he’s stuck here, stuck staring up at the beautiful girl who’s knife is is sticking out from his chest. "Megs." He tries to speak. He pulls a red blood stained hand from it’s resting spot, and touches her face softly. "Megs" He says taking in as much air he could get. 

"Megan, I love you, I do." He looks down to the hole in his chest, tears streaming down his face. His breath is getting shallow, he knows he only has a few more minutes. "Even this won’t stop it, you couldn’t stop me. I trusted you, I trust you. And it hurts Megs, the knife, your hands. The pain in my heart. I never thought I deserved you-" He pauses, he clings to his last seconds of life."Guess you didn’t want me either." Oliver laughs softly, Quickly bringing his hands to the gap in his skin. He can feel each finger tip of hers pressed into his skin. Her breath gliding over his face. 

He can feel it now, the end. That there won’t be a tomorrow.

Oliver closes his eyes leaning back against the cold wall, or maybe that was him cold skin pressed to a warm body. He was already starting to cease. "These violen’ delights, hav’ violen’ ends." He says licking his lips, the taste of salt mixing with the iron in his mouth. With the last breath he can recall, his eyes close shut. He whispers out one word.

                                                “Why?”

The bed shook with the force of his movements, his hands gripping his chest as if he were trying to hold in his rib cage, and for all she knew that was exactly what he was trying to do. This wasn't the first time she had been awoken by Olivers night terrors, but they were getting worse and worse and this time he had managed to make himself bleed with the force of his watch thrashing against his bare chest. 

"OLI!" She shouted, holding his shoulders as she always did to calm him down, "Oli I'm here, It's not real. Open your eyes baby, look at me." Her voice was firm and matter of fact, with hints of affection behind it. She knew that she had to wake him up before he hurt himself further, but it was going to be hard. This one was obviously worse than the others he had experienced, and so she did the only thing she knew would bring him some form of their reality. 

"I care because I care you, Oliver. I deeply and truly care about you, okay?"

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