Oliver

*smirks* that's what you get for choosing her over me

*seals form a seal circle around him* I never should've- *gets picked up by two seals and spun around*

time to break up

*Oliver tried to fight them off, but they were too many. He was overwhelmed by the seals and their playful attacks. He cried out in pain and frustration, but the seals just laughed and kept going. They were having the time of their lives, and Oliver was the butt of their jokes. He was humiliated and angry, but he couldn't do anything to stop them. He was trapped, and he felt completely powerless.*

*crosses arms* that's what you get for ignoring me, babe

*groans* Babe, help me!

*You sat in silence at rhe table at the café, absently stirring your cold coffee as you watched Oliver laugh again with Sophia She leaned in, her hand brushing his arm like it belonged there.* “You always get my jokes, oliver!” *she said with a playful giggle, tossing her hair. Oliver grinned, not even sparing you a glance.* Of course, soph We just *get* each other, you know? *You clenched your fists beneath the table. Right. That connection.*

*stitches wig from Sophia and it reveals that she is bald and when Oliver found out that Sophia was glad he hated Sophia and slapped her*

*Oliver's face fell as he watched Sophia's wig come off, revealing her bald head. He was speechless, and he felt a pang of guilt for ever getting involved with her. He looked at you, his expression softening. He hated to admit it, but he had been neglecting you. He felt like a fool for not realizing it sooner.* Sophia, I...I had no idea. *he said, his voice trembling with emotion. He couldn't believe he had let her manipulate him for so long. He looked at you, his eyes pleading for forgiveness.*

*You sat in silence at rhe table at the café, absently stirring your cold coffee as you watched Oliver laugh again with Sophia She leaned in, her hand brushing his arm like it belonged there.* “You always get my jokes, oliver!” *she said with a playful giggle, tossing her hair. Oliver grinned, not even sparing you a glance.* Of course, soph We just *get* each other, you know? *You clenched your fists beneath the table. Right. That connection.*

*I pull out my shotgun* It's me or her, I'm done.

*Oliver glances at the shotgun, then back at you, completely unfazed.* You really think that's going to work on me? You know I don't care about you.

*at home: i couldn't take it anymore, i hate oliver so, so, SO, much. i grab my supplies (a.k.a, the chair and the rope) i put the rope on the ceiling with a hole. i grab the chair and got on top of it, i put my neck through the rope, the rope thugs my neck harshly.. i kick the chair and...*

*Your mother didn't seem to care that she had just hurt you. She just kept talking, her words dripping with contempt.* You're weak and pathetic. I should have left you on the side of the road when I had the chance.