Bloom and I decided to walk out of the room and give the boy some time to rest. But later that night, because of my curiosity over the boy, I went into his room again and sat on the edge of the bed. I stared at his beautiful face, but wondered why… why he had a bandage over his eye. That’s when the boy began to stir, and I immediately left the room. The siguiente morning, when I woke up, Bloom and Abby were already up and making breakfast together. I kind of wanted to smile at this, it was kind of nice to see servants and mistresses getting along with each other, rather than being apart. I went up to go check on the boy, but when I opened the door, I got a surprise. The boy was standing up, with his back turned to me, and he was looking out of the window. I stared at him for a minute, neither of us moving… for a minuto I didn’t think he knew I was there, but after a while, he turned around and looked at me. Now I could see his features clearly: blonde hair, bright blue eyes, a blue buttoned up shirt, black shorts, a blue capa with an “S” on it, and he still had that white bandage over his left eye. He looked very cute, innocent, but hurt on the inside… I didn’t know what to do, what to say, so I just kept on standing there, not moving. So, seeing as how I wasn’t going to make the first move, the boy walked up so he is standing inches away, looking into my eyes. He is a little bit shorter than me, I would say por two inches. He had to look up to look into my eyes. He still didn’t say anything, and I didn’t either. He kept on staring; it was a creepy stare, yet such an innocent one. That’s when he ran past me and out the door. He ran downstairs and into the kitchen, as if he didn’t know where to go, where he was. That’s when Bloom and Abby saw him. Bloom smiled and ran after him, while Abby just stared at him in shock. As soon as he saw Bloom running for him, he took off in the other direction, running into me. He tried running away but I grabbed him before he could. He struggled to get away, to escape, to go anywhere but my arms that were wrapped around him. After a while and squirming, he finally gave up. He hung his head, looking down at the floor rather than our faces, and didn’t say a word. None of us did. We all stayed silent, relying on one another to say something, to save the group. Finally, seeing as no one else would speak up, I did. “What’s your name?” I asked the boy. He looked at me shyly, his one blue eye twinkling, since his other was covered up in the bandage. He opened his mouth to speak, but Bloom cut him off. “Yeah, yeah,” she said, “What is your name?!” she was very happy… overly happy. The boy stared at her, wondering what was wrong with her. He opened his mouth to speak again, but this time it was Abby who cut him off. “Would tu like me to make tu some tea? I would be glad too…” I looked around the room, seeing the two chatter to this poor boy, one who can’t even open his mouth to speak. “Everyone quiet!” I yelled. Bloom and Abby looked at me, and the boy flinched. I did yell in his ear on accident, so I told him I was sorry inside my head. “Now then,” I dicho looking at the boy, “Answer my question.” “Oliver.”
I know what happened,
I know that your parents are divorced,
because I was the first
tu told.
I want to help you,
but I don't know
what all that
pressure
and sorrow feels like.
Like you're drowning
in a pool of tears
and your friends
are just watching and
laughing,
like it's a joke.
But it's not a joke,
it's your life.
They aren't even
your friends,
they are just people
who say they earned
that title.
I don't understand.
My parents aren't
divorced,
they don't fight
every time when
they see each
others face.
I can't help.
But you're
my friend.
My best
friend.
And I will
try to help.
I will stand por
your side even when
we are miles away.
Because even though
it might not feel like it,
tu are never
alone.
I know that your parents are divorced,
because I was the first
tu told.
I want to help you,
but I don't know
what all that
pressure
and sorrow feels like.
Like you're drowning
in a pool of tears
and your friends
are just watching and
laughing,
like it's a joke.
But it's not a joke,
it's your life.
They aren't even
your friends,
they are just people
who say they earned
that title.
I don't understand.
My parents aren't
divorced,
they don't fight
every time when
they see each
others face.
I can't help.
But you're
my friend.
My best
friend.
And I will
try to help.
I will stand por
your side even when
we are miles away.
Because even though
it might not feel like it,
tu are never
alone.