Being alone doesn’t mean sitting in a dark room by yourself, being alone means sitting in a room full of people yet feeling empty. This loneliness kills Olive, it kills her. It breaks every dream and shatters any ounce of hope she’s managed to gather after what seemed like an eternity of trying.
Dinner with the family went as well as she would expect. Questions about her preparation for college, and of course to stay in French with her mother and father. Other than the occasional awkward silence, that was all dinner ever consisted of—questions and complaints from all parties involved.
But Olive didn’t listen, she never bothered too. Though she was more than zoned out as of today. Physically here, but mentally not.
“Olive? Olive? Olive!” Her father said as he snapped hi
