Rain's POV

"What are you doing back here?" I asked him, watching him wrap his hand around my shoulder.

"Danny called." Oli said plainly. "I believe him. And you. I don't think you have the will power to cheat on me anyway."

I felt cold. "Oli, I'm glad you believe me. But I'm not even sure if i want you back."

He looked at me as if I were crazy. "Oh really? Where are you going to go if you don't want to be with me?"

Silence fell upon us like a rain storm, battering the both of us as we stood motionlessly, craving each other's warmth. We were wicked towards each other. Always had been.

"Oliver." I paused. I had never said his full name before as he hated it. His eyes widened with a strange sort of anguished look. "I don't even know who you are."

"I should be dead Rain. I'm a coward."

I watched him shamefully look away, his hands shaking slightly as they slid into his pockets smugly. "Dead? Why?"

He lifted his shirt and took my hand. He made me feel along his chest, just beside his heart. Underneath all of the ink and beautiful art there, was a scar that was hidden from everyone's sight. It was a large scar and my hand shivered as I touched it.

"If you come close to death between the age of sixteen and twenty five, they give you a choice." He swallowed the lump in his throat and continued. "That's how they get you in the system. Die with dignity, or cowardly continue to live, but have to live with the constant depression of being the cause of hundreds of other deaths." He pulled he shirt back down. "And from there, you have to promise to keep a low profile. You are assigned to visit people on their deathbeds to trigger it."

I hesitantly asked him. "You almost died? What happened?"

Pressing his hand against the scar on his chest, he explained it all to me. "I was drunk and driving home from a party. It was a shit party, one of the worst ways to spend my last hours. Anyway, I ended up driving into a truck which had a load of metal rods stacked on the back. Long story short, one of the rods struck through the windscreen and slammed straight into my chest. And that was where I met Danny. He gave me the choice, and I was not ready to die yet. And so in the weak state I was in, Danny dragged me back to his place and stitched me up real rough."

"So that's how you met him?" I asked, intrigued.

"Yea, both him and SJ tried to commit suicide at one point, which is why they are both in the system now, like me." He shook his head and changed the subject. "Maybe someday you can come with me to watch what I do to people. And then you might understand why the petty pain you feel is pathetic to me."

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