"Good night." Liam muttered as he stood outside his bedroom and looked at the door. He had a sad smile on his face.
He could not stop thinking about all that Oliver had told him. Honestly, if he had gone through half of what Oliver went through, he would have killed himself. Now, everything about Oliver makes sense. He could tell the boy was still depressed. Even while they were downstairs and everyone had been having light conversations or comedic conversations, Oliver laughed, but it seemed like he was forcing himself to live in the moment and be happy. It seemed there was a big hole of sadness that was pulling him in. And he was worried. Very worried.
