Austine's POV
That's what she has to be, an alien.
A complete total freaking alien.
Ryan and I had to go our separate ways a few minutes ago becaus he had to do stuff to get his mind off the one who wouldn't leave.
The former meaning his art and the latter implying Olivia.
The Olivia Wilde.
The one that wouldn't leave my mind.
The one that distracts me while I'm distracted without her.
And that feeling of distractions and not being anywhere really, brought me out of my house
Literally as soon as Ryan left.
I got off my bed, left the room in charge of whoever had to take care of the mess and decided to take a stroll.
That totally smelt and felt like humility.
Something that would normally humiliate me, but I was there, on the side walks, with no body else by myself s
