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Chapter Thirty-two

Oliver

Over the years, I had felt all sorts of pain and loneliness, but right now, I felt like I had fallen into a dark pit with not even a beam of light to give me comfort. Everywhere I went, I was reminded of Elsie, or worse, I saw her.

Before, she enchanted me, enthralled me, and gave me something to rely on, something to reach for. Now sadness crashed over me like a tidal wave every time I caught a glimpse of her. She seemed so unaffected by the distance, and I guess that was the difference between us. I was always going to be the weak one who couldn't hold a candle to her. She would be strong and beautiful, always out of my reach.

I found myself hanging around the humans more because I didn't feel as inferior, at least next to them. I saw the pity that lingered in Carl and Shirley's eyes that repelled me from them. That look wasn't helping me; if anything, it made me spiral deeper and deeper.

"Come on, Oliver. Have another drink." John slurred as

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I hope you guys enjoyed drunk Oliver. He was literally so fun to write for this chapter.

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celticlove
aww this is gonna break my heart poor Oliver
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Stevie
Oh my God! Please can we get more of drunk Olver?
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