P.O.V : Oliver.
One moment I'm sitting in the cold and then I fall into darkness, next thing I know I'm back to our previous mansion.
I open my eyes and I'm welcomed to a different scene from the night sky I was staring at before I closed my eyes.
A beautiful living room unfolds before me.
Dazed I began looking around but a voice calls out to me, a precious voice, a voice that made my heart skip a beat the moment I heard it.
"Oliver?" The voice called out.
Slowly, I turned my voice to my right towards where the voice came from and behold, sitting there was my goddess, the goddess of life that brought me into this world, my one and only Mother.
For a moment my mind went blank.
I didn't know what to do or what to say.
I just sat there staring at her and unconsciously tears began rolling out my eyes down my cheeks.
"O...Oliver???" My mother rushed to me holding me.
"A...Are you alright? is anything wrong???" She asks in worry.
I couldn't say anything.
Is this a final dream before I die?
Or is this a last view before the afterlife.
'Whatever it is, I am grateful I got to see you one more time mother' I say to myself as I hug her tight.
At that point everyone in the room became concerned but I wasn't bothered about that, this isnt real anyways...
I just need to spend whatever time I can here with my mom.
*THIRTEEN MINUTES LATER*
"Fuck! This is not a dream!" I exclaim as I sit in my room which feels almost unfamiliar.
What the hell is going on.
I at first thought all this wasn't real but, this is too vivid, too lucid.
Am I going crazy?
Fuck!
If my guess is right I was in a scene from five years ago.
Did I go back five years after I died?
"Naaaa..." I say as I laugh it off.
I get up from my seat and walk out my room while still thinking.
I began heading towards the stairs leading down.
I'm being delusional.
Maybe I didn't die?
Maybe I'm in a Coma?
What the fuck is...
"Woah!"
Lost in thoughts I missed a step as I began descending.
I fell, tumbling down the stairs until I got to the floor.
"Urggghh, Fuck! That hurt like..."
"Wait, it isn't supposed to hurt this much if it isn't real."
I struggle to force myself to myself to my feet as I hold my right shoulder which got hurt from the fall.
Looking quite frantic I made my way to the kitchen.
I remember then, I hardly come in here, the only time I came here were few of the many times when my mum was here.
"Ughh!" I groan in pain as I get into the kitchen.
"Young Master?" A maid says surprised.
I don't respond as my eyes wonder left to right searching from something.
"What are you searching for Young Master?" She asks.
For a moment I look at her face and I got filled with hate.
She was one of the maids who betrayed us.
I want to put her face into boiling oil right now but I don't have time for that right now.
I move past her as I finally found what I was looking for.
A knife, laying on a kitchen board.
I immediately pick it up and with a deep breath a cut my palm.
If this is real I should feel the pain very....
"Woaaahhh!!! Fuck!!!!!!" I scream out in pain.
What the fuck why does it hurt so much and what is this crazy burning sensation.
"Young Master!? what are you doing!??" Another maid asks as she sees I had cut myself.
She quickly grabs my hand to check it out but I don't let her.
I stand there sweating wondering why it hurt so much, even if this is real it shouldn't hurt this much.
"I told you not to leave out the knife after you finish chopping peppers Janel!" The Chief cook suddenly says.
Pepper? Ahh, I see...Fuck!
"I've messed up!" I say as quickly rushed towards a tap.
I let the water run down my hand as the pain continues to sting.
I continue this for a while and after the pain finally begins to subside I start to calm down.
The pain completely subsides and I leave the kitchen and walk up to my room.
I sit on my bed and pull out a bandage from my bed side drawer.
I use it to wrap my injured hand.
Damn, it's real...
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In a coffee shop, Diana sits with two friends chatting and seeping coffee.
P.O.V: Diana.
"So you are now engaged to Oliver??? Oohhh, that's wonderful." Siriel says with excitement.
"See, I told you you two would end up together, you kept denying it." Asfat teases me.
I just sit there smiling like a three year old who was given candy.
"Please, it's not confirmed yet, he might reject it who knows." I say as I take. a sip of my coffee.
"Are you joking??? Oliver? Rejecting you???" They both say as they burst oil laughing.
"There's no way that's happening, sometimes I really think you are blind, cause can't you see the boy loves you???" Asfat questions.
I heave a deep long sigh as I take another sip of coffee.
'Does he really feel that way about me?' I think to myself.