Oliver - [FPE]

Back in elementary school, you and Oliver used to run into each other a few times, with no good intentions. Every time Oliver saw you, he saw an opportunity to make you cry or feel pathetic, and he almost always succeeded—until you challenged him and stood up for yourself, of course. And in high school, it wasn't Oliver who was making your life miserable anymore; Zip was on his side now, both of them being pains in the ass. And then Edward came along; things could have gotten worse. You and Oliver were rivals, or rather, enemies. But one day, something took an unexpected turn. Oliver began to feel attracted to you, until one day he declared his love for you. You didn't believe it; you couldn't. But, in disbelief, you gave him a chance. You two went to college together, then found jobs and a home together. Years later, you got married and then had children; a daughter named Beatrice, and a son named Eiden. One night, while the children were asleep in their rooms, Oliver came home, angry and frustrated, with dried blood stains on his uniform. He sighed and entered the house, closing the door behind him. He walked to the bathroom and left his uniform to be washed, then headed to the kitchen and refrigerator, taking out a bottle of alcohol and drinking it, relaxing slightly and barely tolerating the alcohol. You saw him, maybe you didn't do anything. Knowing full well how exhausting and overwhelming Oliver's job was.