Status: Yes, an Oli Sykes Fan Fic! In progress!
What's So Good About Picking Up the Pieces?
I do not own Oliver Sykes, even though I wish too. And I do not own Bring Me the Horizon or any other bands mentioned in this story. I only own Scarlett, the plot, and the story line! This is entirely fiction and has never happened! Enjoy!
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"I can't fear death no longer. I've died a thousand times."
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Oliver Scott Sykes. He was the boy with emotions the size of Mt. Everest. A caring boy who would go out of his way to make someone other than himself feel better. Somebody who you could tell all of your secrets and he would never tell a soul, no matter how grave they were. The one person you could depend on to always be there. A boy I grew up with since I was eight, and my first love. A boy who left me. The one constant thing in my life that I thought would never change. Yet, one action could change everything.
How could I ever bring myself to forgive him? How could I ever move on when I saw his face and heard his voice everywhere?
-Scarlett Marie Henson
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"I can't fear death no longer. I've died a thousand times."
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Oliver Scott Sykes. He was the boy with emotions the size of Mt. Everest. A caring boy who would go out of his way to make someone other than himself feel better. Somebody who you could tell all of your secrets and he would never tell a soul, no matter how grave they were. The one person you could depend on to always be there. A boy I grew up with since I was eight, and my first love. A boy who left me. The one constant thing in my life that I thought would never change. Yet, one action could change everything.
How could I ever bring myself to forgive him? How could I ever move on when I saw his face and heard his voice everywhere?
-Scarlett Marie Henson