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Oliver blinked, “What is he doing here?”. He quickly unclasped his hand from his mouth and glared at the man mentioned, “tch.” Obviously, he was displeased; what else can you expect from him!
Oliver quickly turned around and walked the other way, away from him. Going through the corridors, into different halls, out into the open, taking many twists and turns. Yet,... he still plagued his mind, creeping into his thoughts and lingering there.
Finally, Oliver stopped, slightly out of breath after the trekking he did. Trying to calm his breathing and pulse, he sat back against the wall and the cool marble underneath. He was a mess and did his best to try and hide it, key word being tried. While his pulse and breath were “calm” (well, calming down), his face was red (he couldn’t tell if it was due to his previous movement or…) his mind was probably in most disarray. Unfortunately, he knew all too well the cause of his symptoms, the singular cause… or person?
“Why?...” Oliver sighed, hugging his knees towards his chest.
It’s always been like this, ever since they could remember (Though he subconsciously ignored the part that stated otherwise.). Québec, Ontario, Lower Canada, Upper Canada, Confederation, even back to the days of the fur trade, They have always been intertwined; it was their fate, yet…
Sighing once again, trying to snap himself out of his thoughts. “What’s the point? How long are we going to play this game?” Oliver mumbled. Leaning back onto the wall, he closed his eyes, just sitting in the deafening silence. Only flinching ever so slightly when they heard and recognized the piece being played.
Slowly but surely, Oliver stood up, stretching and readjusting himself as he did, “I wonder if anyone is looking for me?” a pause, “Who am I kidding? They must be elated at my disappearance,” he muttered bitterly.
Oliver was no fool. He knew about sayings and stereotypes about him. Although usually, he would brush them off, they had no idea what they were saying, and frankly, they didn’t know much about him. However, now and then, those comments did get under his skin. Do the others know? Yes? Probably? How should he know? “What to do now?.. I don’t want to go back-” Oliver was interrupted again by “-the bells. Huh.”
Oliver looked up to where he knew the bells were. “Perhaps I’ll hide in the bell room till this is all over,” Oliver grumbled, walking towards the bells. “I’m sure the carillonneur wouldn’t mind… beside, why would the others care? They don’t care-”
“Stop with the negative rambling.”
Oliver froze at the voice that interrupted him. He didn’t need to look at them to know who it was.
“What are you doing here?”