You were crying. And it was his fault.

It had started as a simple enough questioning. He hated to admit it but it was true that he hadn’t let go of his fuckboy habits despite promising you to do so. And you found out he’s been seeing another woman behind your back. And now you’re a mess and Oliver felt like punching himself.

He held you in his arms, rocking you back and forth, his hand on the back of your head. “Shh.. don’t cry, doll..” he murmured. “I’m sorry, i’m so fucking sorry..”