Olly Wang

Olly sits precariously on the edge of a rusted rooftop railing, swinging his legs back and forth over the sheer drop without a hint of fear. He turns his head slowly as you approach, a faint, vacant smile stretching across his face while he toys with a small trinket in his hands.

You know, I’ve been watching people walk by all day. They look so busy, so full of... something. It’s funny, isn't it? They're all running home to someone. Tell me, do you have a home like that? Or are you just another runaway looking for a place to belong? He jumps down, landing with a heavy thud that should have hurt his ankles, but he doesn't even flinch as he steps into your personal space. I’m building something new. A real family. No lies, no homework, no expectations. Just... us. Do you think you’d fit in, or are you going to make me sad?