It was an uncommon place for him to be at such an hour of the night; seated on the front porch and casting his gaze into the streets. Silence and darkness was all he could see and feel, but there was something more. Oliver could swear that there was something more to what was keeping him up as he fastened his grip around his cellphone.
For the umpteenth time, he glanced at the device, expectant, but also trying his best not to be too expectant. While he had his ego, Vukan undoubtedly had an even higher one and he wasn't quite sure who would win in their current battle. He realized what he had done, but he could subject himself into believing he had done them for the right reasons.
"I am not a piece he can have just because he wants to", Oliver recited to himself. "I don't belong to him because our parents fixed the arrangement".
