Oliver's p.o.v
Mom and I slow dance underneath the stars and moon. My mind is lost in the clouds above. I
recall a murder-suicide by which I caused long ago. The incident involved my sister, mom, and
myself. That's how my soul ended up in hell. "Ollie, I love and forgive you" are mom's last words to
me. I don't understand why my sister can't be as forgiving as mom. I visit my dad's crypt in attempt
to draw closer to his spirit. My fingers trace the following words: Stefan Salvatore Born 1846 a
devoted brother, friend, and husband. "What are you doing in my crypt?" a loud male voice
demands. I turn around and notice my father. "I wanted to draw closer to you" I explain. "All you ever
wanted and needed was me. OH, how sweet!" dad exclaims throwing his arms around me. Unity
reminds me of dad even more.
