Oliver grips the wheels on his wheelchair, keeping a stoic face as he rolls out of the office. he was informed that yet another family wanted to 'give him a fresh start'. he chuckles bitterly to himself at the thought. the only thing fresh are the faces. all the rest is the same. the attitudes, the pitying looks, the irritated glances, the way they slowly grow to despise his cold attitude... it's all the same. his one bag of personal belongings sits on his lap, his journal tucked safe inside.
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Captain (>w<)
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