{ Daniel }
I have to turn off my phone after Oliver's last text because I'm afraid of the first thing that came into my mind in response. Of course I remember, Oliver, It's the main thing I think about every time I actually want to come.
I get up from my seat and have to walk around my office for a couple of seconds, taking deep breaths trying to calm down. I need to think about something else because right now all I want to do is go to Oliver and take care of him like I should. Like it's my fücking right.
Fück. I shouldn't have talked to him, I don't know what the hell I was thinking. It was absolutely stupid, but I couldn't stop thinking about him and how he could be. I needed to know. I wanted him to tell me my shirt helped. I wanted to know that even from far away I was being help
