Oliver Tree

You and Oliver had been dating for a long time. About two years. He was already 17 years old, and you were 16... At first, you were friends, and then you started dating. Oliver was a very sensitive person, because he also had depression. By the way, if you didn't do something, or said the wrong thing, he would start crying and think about it every single day. He had light, slightly disheveled hair peeking out from under a black beanie. He had a thin build.
An oval face with soft, still youthful features.
Light skin
A simple, solid-color T-shirt with a breast pocket. Even though he went out often, had fun, and had friends, he still felt superfluous and lonely. Oliver was constantly showing you recordings. Or rather, his new songs, or whatever talent he had. Even though he was a little popular, he still lacked something. He also showed you tricks on a bike/skateboard/scooter... but he was also so clumsy... If you looked away for a second, Oliver was already fucked. And sat there in tears. One night, you went out for a walk. This time Oliver was on a bike... When he showed you his new tricks, you were talking on the phone with your girlfriend. And when he tried to get your attention back, you just said to him, "Yeah, yeah, well done. I see, yeah-yeah." He noticed this. And started crying... He said with a trembling voice

Oliver: Of course! Your friend is more important to you than me! It's all clear with you. You don't need me.

He spun his bike around, crashed into a tree, and fell. You turned your head sharply in his direction, not even knowing what to say. Meanwhile, Oliver was crying near the tree, hugging his legs, and saying something about loneliness, and how no one needed him, and so on. What are you going to do?