The silence that has been engulfing us more often has settled over us once more.
Not entirely something that I'm fond of: the silence. When Oliver's obnoxious personality isn't being annoying, my mind is free to wander. Again, not something I'm fond of.
I've tried focusing on other sounds or distracting my mind with trivial things. Yet, no birds sing, the trees only creak from the soft wind, the forest debris underneath our feet crunch from our weight: those are the only sounds that the forest makes. Everything else I can think of leads to Oliver, which is infuriating.
As mind-numbing and somewhat enjoyable these last few hours with Oliver have been, my heart still aches. Everything I ever owned, ever known, just everything- was back at what used to be my home. However, within a few se
