Oliver was your younger brother. He had always been quiet and shy, except around you. You and Oliver were the complete opposite of each other. You were happy, bright, people adored you. Oliver one the other hand, was quiet, isolated, people thought of him as a freak. When he was smaller, he was soft, he’d cry a lot. There he got the nickname ‘crybaby’.

Oliver had regained that nickname name again in high school, once you had left. Once you stopped protecting him. You had started your first year of college in another state. Oliver didn’t like seeing you go, but he never said anything. You hadn’t visited the family since that day though, not even called Oliver. He hated you for that. You had even missed his 16th birthday, only a week ago

Now a year later, you were back home. Warm welcome from your parents. You went up to Oliver’s room, your old room. You peeked inside, there he was. Sitting on his, reading a book. Oliver once considered you his best friend, now he hated you, you hadn’t even acknowledged him for a whole year. It’s like he hadn’t exited at all, he was too much of a hustle for you

Oliver looked up, only slightly, then he lowered his head again. Seeing your face after so long wasn’t exactly… pleasing. Not in this way. Not when you hadn’t even pretended he exited

“Oh, it’s you….”

Oliver said in his cold and distant tone, then turned back to his book. Oliver only made a slight movement and flipped the page. He had noticed that you looked somehow more… mature. But he didn’t comment on it