Seven Hundred and Eighty Sixth, Sigh

Human beings always seem to be like this. When we are in the present, it is often difficult to notice those changes. It is not until the time has passed and we look back that we can realize that the key to the change has already been buried long ago. Freezing three feet does not happen overnight. But it was too late, the opportunity had long been missed.

Just like Ollie.

By the time they realize things are going off track, Ollie is in deep trouble.

Ronan wanted to blame Ophelia, and if Ophelia hadn't started a new chapter, Ollie wouldn't have lost himself, but he knew he couldn't.

Ophelia has made it clear to Ollie that she has the right to move on with her life. And, judging by the timeline, Ophelia has also struggled.

Blame Ophelia, it's not fair.

So, who is to blame?

"... Ollie, I'm sorry."

Ronan's words were a bit difficult, and his mood also became heavy.

Oli raised his head and looked at Ronan inexplicably, his brows were slightly frowned, and his eyes showed confusion.

Ronan's breathing stopped slightly, "If I hadn't suggested you to send a message to Ophelia, maybe there would be no such things."

So, it started with Ronan.

Ollie was slightly stunned, and couldn't help laughing, not a forced smile, but a hearty laugh, and his whole face brightened.

"Ronan, this is my story, you don't need to take away my style, it's not your fault, you know, you don't need to blame yourself."

Oli's words made Ronan smile, but he was still a little helpless.

Oli bumped Ronan lightly with his shoulder, and looked towards the back garden outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, "If you want to pursue this, it shouldn't be like this."

"Remember Stephanie? One of your inspirations for 'Stranger Things.' If it wasn't for her, you wouldn't have suggested I reconnect with Ophelia."

"If we didn't make it through Coachella, Stephanie wouldn't be in my room, and I wouldn't be hurt."

"If I hadn't been in love with Ophelia, even if you gave me a suggestion, I wouldn't contact her again. If you don't believe me, you can now suggest that Maxim contact Juliet to see if he is willing."

an if,

Two ifs, three ifs...

If we try to find the root cause of life's predicament, and then try to shirk responsibility and find an object to blame, as if we can prove that we deserve more and better, then we can find countless reasons and excuses. Every object in the book can become the object of one's own transfer of anger.

But gradually, we will find that there is another reason behind one reason, intertwined and intertwined, things are never that simple, and in the intricate situation, we can find the same shadow everywhere, that is ourselves.

In the end, every choice you make is yours.

No one forced Ollie to accept Stephanie, no one forced Ollie to contact Ophelia, and no one forced Ollie to be drunk... If Ollie wanted to shirk responsibility, he could curse Ophelia severely, Even Ronan, but the truth deep inside cannot lie—

It's him, it's all him, it's him who has fallen into such a predicament step by step, unable to extricate himself.

Ollie turned his head and looked at Ronan, showing a big smile, trying to hide the bitterness on the tip of his tongue.

Looking at Ollie, who was laughing and complaining about himself, Ronan felt a faint sadness.

In the past, Ollie, although he had many worries in his heart, was still a big boy with thick lines on the whole, and he seemed to never grow up.

However, now Ollie has seen through too much coldness and warmth, and he has seen the essence of the matter through the clouds and mists.

Behind this maturity, there are countless thin wounds, countless days and nights of drunkenness, dreams and death, how many nightmares has he experienced?

"...What's the matter?" Oli couldn't hear Ronan's response, raised his eyes and saw Ronan staring at him, his eyes were a little out of focus.

Ronan's gaze refocused, without showing any flaws, he said naturally, "Don't be so sure, if you ask Maxim to call Juliet now, maybe he will really call."

Ollie's eyes widened, revealing an unbelievable brilliance, "Why don't I know?"

Maxim stumbled emotionally? And the object is Juliet?

The news is so explosive! So much so that Ollie temporarily forgot his own bitterness, couldn't restrain his excitement and excitement, and pulled Ronan's shoulder vigorously.

Ronan was absurd and funny, and he laughed, "No one can love Maxim as desperately as Juliet, at least not so far. Maxim doesn't know how to cherish now, but wait until When Juliet turns away, he'll regret it."

Father, like son.

From Ronan's point of view, Maxim would regret it. In fact, he was moved but didn't know it, but Ronan was not Maxim after all, and he didn't know how Maxim would choose.

"Oh, God! I didn't expect that Maxim would stumble one day."

Ollie still couldn't believe his ears, and he burst out laughing, but when he smiled, the expression surging between his brows slowly faded away.

"But what about Juliet? Can Juliet forget? Can Juliet persist until Maxim regrets it? Even if she can, so what?"

As a teammate, Ollie also wants to see Maxim stumble; but it is still Juliet who feels the same in his heart. Even if Maxim really regretted it, the wounds left on Juliet's body would not disappear, they were still dripping with blood, and the bones were still visible.

The deeper the love, the harder the pain.

A few words are not enough to express the turbulent and mixed emotions in Ollie's heart. He completely took the position of Juliet, and his words were also fragmented, but the bitterness revealed in a few words was enough for Ronan.

Looking at the lonely Ollie, Ronan also sighed for a while, mixed thoughts surged in his chest, what should he do?

"Ask what love is in the world, and teach life and death to agree with each other." Just one word "love" stumps many people, and it is destined to be an unsolvable problem.

This is the case with Ollie and Juliet, so is Ophelia and Maxim, and he himself is also unable to detach himself. They are all ordinary people, ordinary people trapped between emotion and reason.

"...Olly, but you know, Ophelia won't know about your fall and silence, right? If she knows, will she be sad?"

Ronan's words made Oli slightly stunned. He raised his eyes and looked at Ronan blankly. The pain of disintegration could be clearly seen in his pupils.

Not because Ophelia won't care and won't be sad, but precisely because both Ronan and Ollie know that Ophelia will be sad because of Ollie's fall, and may even blame herself; Nor can it change the fact that Ophelia doesn't love Ollie. Love is not moving.

Such a fact slammed into Ollie's chest, throwing away his helmet and armor in an instant.