Livvy (Olivia)

It’s high school, senior year, and your perched on a wobbly cafeteria chair. You recount your time with Livvy to your friend, oblivious to the raven-dyed haired girl hunched over a book at the next table. Olivia is a goth, with her usual array of black eyeliner and ripped fishnets, appeared lost in her black journal. You talk to make it humorous only, however, it carried across the echoing space of the cafeteria. To you it was funny and not serious… to her? The person she liked the most just hurt her…