Welcome to Gaia! ::

The time seemed to pass Oliver by that he almost felt older as the sun rose in the sky. He had spent almost every waking moment with Athena after that fateful day that he found her in the night. He wanted to see her smile again. The events were still unclear to him, but all he knew was that he couldn’t tell a soul… His mouth rose to one side and looked to the sky. It was nice and nostalgic. It reminded him of the days he could sit and do nothing but watch the humans roam.

‘I wonder if Athena is awake yet’ he thought to himself as he jumped off from the ledge of the fountain; his favourite hangout place. He padded towards the market to see if he could scavenge a few scraps to share with Ath.

He came out promptly with a de-boned fish in mouth. “Off to the bakery!” He said as he began heading down the familiar path he had gone through almost everyday.

Upon arriving, the elevator had been at the ground level. He went in, put the fish down and pulled himself up to the hideout, also known as Athena’s home. He looked and saw the bed made. He tilted his head to the side and looked all around for Athena. He peered under the bed, behind the closets and even where the bakery was. She was nowhere in sight. He sat in the middle of the floor.

“I’ll just wait for her to come back.” He said to himself. He made himself comfortable on the floor and began to claw off little strands of fish meat from the morsel. Before he knew it, half the fish was gone and it was no longer icy cold.

Before he knew it, he was back again, sitting in the middle of the floor. He kicked his legs in the air as he lay on his back. He noticed that dust and flour particles had began to collect in places as well as get caught in his clothes. He had visited the household many times in the past few days that the food that he brought back was beginning to pile.

‘Maybe constantly coming here wasn’t a good idea.’ He said as he sighed to himself.

He paced around the room. Maybe he should clean. If she were to return, she’d want to sleep and rest rather than to wash and clean things. He pulled a piece of paper that was used to wrap the bread that had gone stale from days ago. He made his way out of the house and back to the fountain. He wet the paper and hurried back to the household.

Working at full pace, he wiped the floors, the ceilings and anywhere that was safe to use water on and was reachable. He had arrived to the bed. It collected the most dust due to its soft texture. But something wasn’t right… was it the way it was tucked? The different bedsheets? Wait… was it that obviously set up book that was sitting on the bed? He shrugged, took it and placed it back on the bookshelf.

Oliver continued to clean up and down. In a matter of hours, the place was sparkling. He noticed however, a small sheet of paper that was sitting on the floor. The edges were wet from the wiped floor. He picked it up, tried to wipe it off and opened it.

As he read the note, his eyes narrowed. The corners of his mouth stretched to the sides of his face. He was at a loss. He didn’t know what to make of it. Does he go out to get her? Or does he stay here waiting for her to return? Will she come back half dead again or will she be a new person? He shoved it in his pocket and left the household promptly.

No girl has ever told him that she liked him. He wasn’t that type of guy. He was plain, simple and he liked to joke around. Was this some kind of joke? If it was, it certainly wasn’t funny. He wandered through the plaza back and forth, pacing here and there. He had to find her. Did she leave the territory or stay? Oliver pondered the idea of telling her uncle, but this was pretty much a secret from everyone… No one knew about them seeing each other or the events that lead up to their newborn friendship.