Olly found himself walking on an empty street that looked achingly familiar. He stopped and stared at the trees that were beside him and closes his eyes as the wind blows softly against his face. He snapped out of it when he hears the loud boom of thunder and within the blink of an eyes rain began to drop and in the next second he was fully wet. Confused and now sure how this was happening, he stared around.
Why was everywhere empty? Where was everyone?
Panic began bubbling in his chest and he’s ready to scream out when he hears the sound of footsteps. He turned around, already heading to where he thinks the footsteps where coming from when he sees him.
The curly hair, the brown eyes, the same nose, the same mouth and Olly just stared. Flabbergasted. The man crying underneath the rain
