CantRunAway

In honour of    ~DeathTheWriter (https://www.deviantart.com/deaththewriter) Have you ever teetered on the edge of despair? When you just want to give in; give up? Finally allow their hateful words to get to you? Push you to do the unthinkable? It hurts, doesn’t it? Not many think about what their words actually do. Those people who group together, stay together for protection and security. They feel safe in their cliques, at home when they cut others with their harmful tongues. They don’t ever stop and wonder what happens when they say, “Kill yourself.” They never suspect one might actually take those words to heart. The words they speak, th

WARNING: There's no swearing, cuz it's Ollie, but there is implied smexiness. But you know you like it. ~ Go listen to this while reading. I hope it works out... link ~ "...Like last night, they are not like tremors, they are worse than tremors, they’re these terrors. And it's like, it feels like as if somebody was gripping my throat and squeezing and..." Oliver trailed off, finally revealing to you his nightly terrors. “And I don’t like them. They remind me of terrible things from my past.” He crossed his arms looking at you childishly, making your heart melt, “And that’s why I don’t want to go to