Oliver didn't exist.
According to them. But England knew better.
He saw their glances. Their whispered huddles. Their sad looks. He saw a man with a baseball bat.
He saw a man with cupcakes in his mirror, sitting in a wheelchair.
But when he turned around, no one was there.
They were gone from his life.
Recreated in a different world.
One he could only see through. One he couldn't enter.
And when he looked in the mirror, he saw a bow tie, and baby blue eyes.
They weren't in the 'right' worlds.
Neither world was right, because they weren't together.
England touched the glass.
"I'm sorry... They saved the wrong person..."
Oliver stared back, sadly. England would never know.
He wasn't dead.
Just separated.