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Oliver banks walked through high gate woods, it was late autumn and the tree leaves had started to turn orange. it was around 9.30 in the morning and it was raining and the only thing he could her where the soft tip tap of rain on his umbrella, he was wearing black trousers, doc martins and a loose fiting black top. as he walked out of the woods and into the main road he heard the wering of cars and the thick smell of exuhst and smoke filled his nose he continued to walk as people filterd around him, he got his phone out to check a message from grahm ''we done, i cant do this anymore'', that was after the mental brake down he had in the middle of last year which lead to him losing his job in loyed's bank. they had met in their first year of uni, both studying economics and started dating after they graduated. he felt nothing he should of felt something, they had been dating for 4 years, they where eachothers rock, he was there when grahm lost his pearnts and grahm was there when he lost his dad so why did he feel nothing . in fairness he couldn't say he was suprised concidering their recent distance, he need to get away from the center, it felt like black tar dragging him down. he looked up from his phone to see a cafe , he went in and saw him. a man rouphly 5'10 and had white hair and a lichtanburg scar running down from the middle of his face. ''what would you like'' he asked oliver hadn't realised he was at the front of the queue, ''c c can i have a black americano and a bluberry muffin to go please'' i stuttered ''sure, lovely weather where having'' he said. his eyes where blue and i stared into them before he made olivers drink. when the man gave oliver his drink he said, have a nice day'', flashing a smile. Oliver took the coffee and muffin back out into the rain and put back his umbrella, he got his phone out to see that grahm had sent another message, ''you have 2 weeks to get your things and get out of my flat'', he messaged back ''okay'', he still felt numb, he took a sip out of the black coffee which he used to love but felt no joy from it.
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after walking home he got in to see grahm siting near the fire escape smoking a fag, he looked up and it felt like he was looking through oliver, when he got his key out he realised he forgot to get boxes. he walked in and went into their sheared bedroom to charge his phone and grab a jumper not because he was cold, he should be cold but for some reson he doesn't. he looked down at the form he was filling out before his walk, it was a dignostic. he had awnsered most of the questions the only one he was unsure of was the question 'i feel happy' i mean he doesn't feel sad or angry he just felt so very, very tired. he opend his bed side table and got out his pack of fags, malbro golds which cost him £15,40, he walked out and joined grahm and stole his lighter as he lit it up he felt a warm wet sensation going down his cheek, he was crying, why was he crying he didn't feel sad he just felt nothing, the type of nothing which similar to a black hole feelings felt like the couldnt escape from and grahm realised this and decided to cut his loses and leave like everyone else dose when they realised that there was no fixing him, he was broken, too broken to fix and trying to makes everyones lives worse. he watched as grahm nelt down and hugged him.
oliver had gone back out to go to asda, as he walked down the claustrophobic streets, he watched people as they walked along and saw so many with the black tenticales comeing out of them. he got to the massive super store the smell of air conditioning and fresh vegitables. he grabed a basket and walked around only to see the baresta from earlier in the isle next to him, his white hair reflecting the florecent lights, he looked at him to slightly longer than he should, ''take a photo it would last longer'' he said after he realised that oliver was stearing at him, clearly not recognizng him. in the isles of Asda he could smell the distncte smell of ozone, a ancent looking man came up to them , the man who oliver reconized instantly as simon fair child which means ''your an avatar' olvier blerted out drawing the atention of both the white haired, blue eyed men infront of him, ''i dont know what you are talking about'' simon said, ''oh please you are nearly 500 and dont have tentiacles rapped around you, oliver responded trying his best to hide the snark in his voice remembering that normal people dont see black tendralse around people. ''your an avatar to''.
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Chapter 2: in the asda
Summary:
I don't want to be this way not forever.
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As oliver stared into those blue eyes of the white haired man infront of him, he realised that time wasnt moving right and he started to feel virtigo, it was one of the first things he has felt in so very very long, he started to feel like he was falling but he was still firmly planted on the ground, his eyes where still locked with the deep blue eyes of the barista. His eyes seemed to glow and move like the ocen, they swirled and pulsed with energy and focus on him, the smell of ozone was now so strong it was almost sickengly, the fosile of a man walked up to him and whispered in his ear ''how do you feel about rollercosters'', oliver tried to speak but he couldn't catch his breath. after a while he passed out.
when he came too he was still in the asda isle but the barista and old man where gone, he felt nothing about it, he remembered why he came here in the first place and went to get the boxes from the back isle. after he paid for them and left the store and walked back through the claustrophobic streets of london, they seemed even tighter than they used to be. he felt as if the walls where closing in on him, he felt him self moving faster and faster towords the flat in high gate, as he got close to it he felt his legs buckle beneath him. as he fell he was reminded of the encounter in the tescos with the old man and barista. he fell with a thud and felt white hot pain shoot through his face and legs. when he tried to get up he realised that he couldn't quite get his balance, his head felt light when he tried to move he still felt uneasy as he grabbed the shopping bags which where now strune across the street.
As he tried to get up he still felt the twinges in his stomach from the vertigo. he tried to put the bags back together but his feet wouldn't coperate, the people started to walk around him as he still sat there trying to ready him self, it was now getting close to night the sun was going down and he started to trie and irse to his feet the shopping bags packed properly.
As he walked through the corridor to get to his ground floor flat, he realised that the virtigo had vanished, after nearly 2 hours of nausea, he felt entierly fine, his phone screen was cracked and he didn't have the money to fix or replace it. as he walked through the door he saw grahm who was sat in an old recliner studying a table which is covered in a spider web design. He was nursing a glass of red wine, in an intercatly decorated glass, it had the same patern the batista had on his face. The very sight of which made my stomach turn. as i walked past him he didn't even look up from the postion he was sitting in, i opend one of the boxes and started to pack up my postions for the second time. I walked around and decided to start packing the objects on my nigthstand first, i must talk to a relastate agent tomorrow to see where i can move to. he said to him self. he walked out ''can i steal a glass of red'' he asked his now roomate , ''fine but you owe me big time for it'' he said in that flat tone that indcated he was other wise destracted, when i looked up from pouring the glass of red i saw his gaze still tranafixed to the table.
The table wasnt anything special it was small about the size of a mid sized coffee table, it gave oliver a twinge in his stomach he looked at it seeming to become just as transfixed on it and thats when he could see it a black tendrile forming around grahm sprouting from the table. as he stood there trying to work out what to say or if he should say anything grahm got up to pour him self another glass of red wine. Oliver made a bee line for the bedroom and started to pack.