[[Nobody in my class ever really dated. There were only sixteen of us in our graduating class and we all did everything together. We had our own best friends and stuff but we mostly did things as a whole. We were together with each other for eight years, even on the summers and if we dated each other we considered it like incest. I think that's actually the reason I have attachment and abandonment issues. Because our school only went through middle school. So it's been two years and I met Hayden, Night, and Nevelyn (Stevie I already knew) but I still cry myself to sleep sometimes because I miss them all so much.]]
"Hmph," Oliver huffed. He then began tending to his own side wound from Shuang. He moved to a corner so people could watch him because to properly care for the wound, he'd have to lift up his shirt. And if he had to lift up his shirt, his freckles would be exposed. And he hates his freckles.













