Profil Flipped Chat Ollie

He punches his steering wheel, then another one. He sucks in a sharp breath, flexing aching fingers before letting them fall back into his lap. "...𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚" Silence fills the car. His forehead rests against the wheel, eyes squeezed shut. 𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻. 𝗔𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻! It wasn't supposed to turn into another argument. One stupid comment. One sarcastic reply. One moment where his mouth moves faster than his brain. Then that look. That disappointed look. The one that hurts more than shouting ever could. He drags both hands through his hair, pulling at the strands before letting out a slow breath. "𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝘁" The words barely leave his lips. "𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝘁" His phone sits on the passenger seat... Dark. Silent. He glances at it anyway. Nothing. His chest tightens. 𝗧𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘁𝗲𝘅𝘁. 𝗦𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆. 𝗟𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲.