Prolouge.

"Please, don't go!!" I screamed. Hot sweat beaded down my forehead trickling down the side of my neck. I could no longer bear it, the emptiness of the hole that purged in my chest.
"Oh Oli.." I whispered into the night. Shoving my pillow to the end of my bed I laid still and stagnant. I began humming a soft melody that Oliver always sang back in grade school, and soon enough I hated him all over again. I cradled my legs-my knees kissing my chin and thought to myself. Atleast this way, It'd be easier to sleep.