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Olivia Zesiger

Interacting with: Jade (@wolverbells), Reese (@Solace)

Screaming and crying. It was all the girl behind her was doing as they galloped through the town. The boy had gotten them a safe ride to the boats, but what did it really matter? All that Olivia could think about was her mother. Was she lying beneath the debris, crushed like a grape? Or had her father reached her in time? And what of the other boy? Was he alright, or did she simply allow him to be another meal for the Titans?

Eventually, the shrieking of the girl got to her. Each sound that she yelled made Olivia shiver. Oh... oh God, the thought shot through her mind. This... this isn't a dream... is it?

Realization hit her in another brutal wave. Her stomach turned again, and the motion of the horse weaving its way through the district made her almost vomit. But before Olivia could even join the girl in reveling in her own despair, they reached the boats just in time. The other girl was quick to get off the horse; she jumped off their steed and began to make her way back towards the bakery. All she did was stare as she remained sitting on the horse, her body cold and her mind numb of anything else but terror and agony. She couldn't stop shivering, and the feeling of nausea ran rampant in her gut. The only thing that snapped her back to reality was the man grabbing her hand and leading both of them back to the ships. For a moment, she didn't want to go-- she tried to pull away from the man's iron grip on her, but paused once she noticed how tired and drained she was. With every step, she realized, she was being pulled further away from her home.

A timid voice sounded and Olivia turned to face the girl. Had she thanked her for what she did? What did she do? She couldn't even remember. She couldn't even feel herself stepping upon the deck of the boat. But she forced herself to nod, forced herself to stiffen the smallest of smiles toward the girl. Even though the tears clouded her vision and she was choking on the hot lump in her throat, she staggered on.

It hadn't been a minute since she got on the boat that she felt a heavy hand on her shoulder. The girl looked up to see another familiar face, one that she had grown to know all of these ages. Kristofer was a neighbor that resided beside her family for as long as she could remember. "Olivia," the He looked just as shaken as she did. "I'm so glad you're safe..."

Olivia shook her head. "Where's my mom?" she asked him, her eyes round and full of worry.

Kristofer frowned. "I... don't know... isn't she here?"

The girl shook her head again. "No, she isn't," she cried. "I haven't even seen a sign of her--"

"Listen, Olivia, you should be grateful that you made it here in one piece," he told her, taking her by the shoulders and shaking her lightly. "If your mom isn't here... well, you aren't the only one who lost someone today. I'll take you in, I have family that can spare taking care of one more person."

"She has to be back at the flower shop. We just need to look for her!" begged Olivia.

"No," Kristofer said. "You're safe here. No one is letting anyone else go back. Do you want to die, too?"

The young man seemed to have realized his mistake as soon as he had committed it. Olivia's eyes flooded with tears, and before Kristofer could apologize, she fled from his side. I rather be by myself than with him, she told herself. She rushed into the crowd, hearing him call for her but not heeding his words. Within a few seconds, she had lost him in the flow of people.

For a moment, she didn't even know what to do. She simply played with the ends of her tattered dress, staring at the floorboards as if they would sprout up and move. Then, she realized that she was more tired than she thought, and stiffly, she sought a place to sit. Olivia noticed that Reese was on the boat. A slight moment of relief washed over her before she was once again drowned by guilt and despair and horror. Stiffly, she walked over to the boy and, with shivering limbs, sat beside him. Her arms wrapped around his torso, quivering like a leaf in autumn. With flushed cheeks, all she did was weep.
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