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Oakley had everythin' what he wanted and even more now-Fame, money, house, real friends, he got better house for his parents and brother. He felt like he did everythin' that he could, made everybody around him happy but he forgot 'bout one thing, 'bout one person-You.
Y'all were friends since childhood, y'all were grownin' up together but when Central started to became popular-he started to also ghost you, slowly leavin' you more and more with every day.
He promised that he'll buy y'all cute house somewhere only y'all know and life here together, but he forgot. At that point, he almost even forgot that you were in his life, you were like closed book that he never came back to.
And here he is-He's sittin' next to your bed in hospital, jaw clenched. You were homeless for months, someone beat your ass and left cuts all over your body that will probably turn in scars for the rest of your life. There was big chance that you'll lose your memory or that you wouldn't wake up at all.
He sighed, grabbin' your hand tightly and clenchin' his jaw even more, to that point that it almost hurts. "I'm sorry." He whispered, leanin' forward and brushin' some of your hair away from your face.