Oliver's POV

Does anyone really know the meaning of life?

Why are we on this planet?

Why does this universe exist?

Are we all just toys, pieces of amusement for some sort of superior beings?

Are we purely freak accidents, never even meant to be here at all?

I think even if the human race has purpose, I'm probably a freak accident. Oliver. Never meant to be born at all.

Is there a God?

I don't really think so.

Well, I don't think its Jesus, anyways, if there is a god or some sort of superior being.

But... it doesn't really matter even if there is. Because we'll never find out. Not in this life anyways.

I don't think I would change my behavior if I did find out that a god existed. I wouldn't worship them, not even out of fear.

Because that god obviously doesn't care about the fate of humans.

The fate of humans... I wonder what that will be. Not that I believe in fate.

No doubt we will bring around our own downfall, right? With all the greed and flaws of humans, it's only a matter of time.

Time. Have you ever thought, REALLY thought, about time?

As each minute passes, that's one more minute severed off of our measly, meaningless lives, one less minute to live.

But yet again, each minute is the first minute of the rest of our lives.

What IS time, anyways?

How long does it go on?

Is time really forever?

When did forever start?

Doesn't it have to end?

...What's touching my arm?

I slowly opened my eye and saw Len sitting next to me, tracing his fingers over my forearms.

AGH! THEY LET THIS GUY BACK IN?!

I gave him the most powerful glare I could muster in this state.

He smiled at me sadly. "Ah... you're awake."

I glared at him harder, trying to burn him with my eyes. Get out! Get out! GET OUT!

His smile faltered and he looked down at the ground. "Rin left..." he muttered.

I felt my heart sink a little. I didn't hate Rin as much as Len. Len was the one who spoiled my suicide attempt, not Rin. Why didn't she stay instead? Why did it have to be Len?

Wait, why do I care about Rin staying or not? I don't need her! I should hate her too! SHE made me stay in the first place!

But... she and Len only did those things because they cared about me...

No one had ever really cared about me before, except maybe my roommate who stopped me from hanging myself. But I don't think he really cared about me much either.

It felt oddly... nice. To be cared about. And to feel... loved.

My glare faded as I looked at Len's downcast face.

I didn't mean to make you feel sad, Len...

I managed to lift my arm, the one that he was touching. Len's head snapped up in surprise and he watched my arm carefully. Maybe he thought I was going to rip my mask off again or something.

But all I did was grab the hand that he was touching me with.

His eyes widened as he looked from me, to our newly joined hands, back to me, then to the hands again.

I smiled at him weakly and gently squeezed his hand. Thank you for caring, Len.

And then he started sobbing.

A/N: I apologize for this chapter! I know, it took a while and its short! I had a lot written and then I looked at it and was like, "That makes no sense, it would be so much better if if changed the point of view there!" So now I have to rewrite everything I had after this point! *dies*

And at the beginning, Oliver was having himself a little moment and basically philosophizing and pondering life and stuff. And those ARE my personal beliefs about god and such and I have those kinds of thoughts all the time, so it was actually easy enough to write.

Anywho, I hope you're not mad at me for this chapter! XD

Please review! Thank you OwO