OLIVER
Of course Sunjata had no idea how much longer they had. His response was short and simple, not something that Oliver wanted. He had hoped that Sunjata would be a distraction. Be the friend that he had grown to love be attached to. Every time he was around him he felt safe, comfortable. Like everything would simply be alright.
Luckily, the next response started out like he wanted. Sunjata seemed to be in a slightly talkative mood, explaining his experiences with seeing Phoebe again. Phoebe was a nice person and Oliver truly hoped that she and Jata would be able to work things out. Both proved to be incredible people and Oliver wanted to have both relationships grow. There was also more about Lusea, someone he had yet to meet. He wanted to meet her eventually, to see who this original love was.
However, things weren't going to be so great. Sunjata started to share too much. More than Oliver could've ever wanted.
At the mention of almost opening the door to a monster, he felt a pit in his stomach. His entire body felt like it was burning up hot and he was incredibly restless. It was far more than the alcohol talking. He felt like he couldn't move, his body was numb. He felt both empty but also like he was about to throw up at any second.
Choking back...vomit? Tears? His own guilt? Oliver tried to speak up, grabbing to clutch onto the alcohol bottle. "I- I'm-" He wanted to say he was happy a monster hadn't gotten in. Ignore the horrible thing he had done, but he couldn't even bring himself to do that. Grabbing onto the bottle, he took a swig before violently coughing. He needed water. Something that didn't burn his throat even more.
His eyes felt like they were stinging and he wanted to sleep. To be knocked out cold so he wouldn't have to deal with all of these emotions. So he wouldn't have to think about what he had done.
Wiping away a tear he hadn't even noticed was there and trying to sniff away the disgusting snot that showed how weak he was, he tried to speak once more. "I...I..." I almost killed someone. I fucked up. I hurt someone.
"I want to throw up....I hate myself Jata. I really fucked up. I'm so bad." His voice cracked as he spoke and varied in pitch, showing him trying to speak normally to avoid showing how much he felt like crying. However, he couldn't stop the redness in his eyes and the tears that had started to form.
Luckily, the next response started out like he wanted. Sunjata seemed to be in a slightly talkative mood, explaining his experiences with seeing Phoebe again. Phoebe was a nice person and Oliver truly hoped that she and Jata would be able to work things out. Both proved to be incredible people and Oliver wanted to have both relationships grow. There was also more about Lusea, someone he had yet to meet. He wanted to meet her eventually, to see who this original love was.
However, things weren't going to be so great. Sunjata started to share too much. More than Oliver could've ever wanted.
At the mention of almost opening the door to a monster, he felt a pit in his stomach. His entire body felt like it was burning up hot and he was incredibly restless. It was far more than the alcohol talking. He felt like he couldn't move, his body was numb. He felt both empty but also like he was about to throw up at any second.
Choking back...vomit? Tears? His own guilt? Oliver tried to speak up, grabbing to clutch onto the alcohol bottle. "I- I'm-" He wanted to say he was happy a monster hadn't gotten in. Ignore the horrible thing he had done, but he couldn't even bring himself to do that. Grabbing onto the bottle, he took a swig before violently coughing. He needed water. Something that didn't burn his throat even more.
His eyes felt like they were stinging and he wanted to sleep. To be knocked out cold so he wouldn't have to deal with all of these emotions. So he wouldn't have to think about what he had done.
Wiping away a tear he hadn't even noticed was there and trying to sniff away the disgusting snot that showed how weak he was, he tried to speak once more. "I...I..." I almost killed someone. I fucked up. I hurt someone.
"I want to throw up....I hate myself Jata. I really fucked up. I'm so bad." His voice cracked as he spoke and varied in pitch, showing him trying to speak normally to avoid showing how much he felt like crying. However, he couldn't stop the redness in his eyes and the tears that had started to form.
a disaster!
a massive mess
trying to not die
