Fallen Off The Face Of The Earth

                                    

                                          
I noticed the following day that Oli had seen my DM. He hadn't replied, but he'd seen it. I felt a little hurt that he had just ignored it, but I still felt like something was going on.
                          
If I was on chatting terms with any of Oli's band mates, I would ask if everything was ok, but I couldn't even DM them since none of them were following me. I wondered if he'd asked them not to. That's when I remembered Tom. I sent him an email and I skated around the topic but asked if Oli was ok and if he was doing anything for this Birthday. He replied a few hours later with a short, generic message that he had obviously sent to other people as it started with 'Hey guys'. It said that he was planning a party for Oli's birthday but that they were calling it off because Oli was sick. That seemed odd since his birthday wasn't for another few days, but I just replied saying I hoped he was feeling better soon. I can't explain why, but I just felt like something was up. I didn't know if it was something I did, or if he was genuinely sick, but I felt weird about everything considering we were all so friendly just a few days earlier. I was sitting on the couch just staring at my pressed flower in deep thought about what was going on, thinking about Oli being sick, and I decided to send the flower to him. I would say it was a birthday present, but really, I was hoping that if he was sick and feeling down in the dumps that maybe it would cheer him up, even just a bit. I hoped that even though it would get there a day or two late, that maybe it would mean something to him. Maybe he then wouldn't forget about me. That or he would just think it was the lamest present ever and wonder what the hell he was supposed to do with it. 
                          
I headed to the local shops to buy wrapping paper and a card and when I got home, I bubble-wrapped the framed flower and wrote inside the card:
                          
"I found this flower in Hyde Park on Tuesday... it was the last one of it's kind  still alive. The one you picked for me seemed to bring me happiness and luck, so I hope this one will do the same for you. Happy Birthday x"
                          
As I went to address the parcel, I realized I didn't have an address. I emailed Tom again, explaining that I wanted to send a present and that I needed Oli's address, or an address I could send it to. He didn't make any small talk in his reply, but simply sent me a PO box address which seemed a bit generic, but I figured it was maybe so he didn't ever have to give out his address to potential crazy fans or stalkers. I was beginning to feel like one myself.
                          
Maybe it was lame, and maybe it was even too much to send to someone that possibly wanted nothing to do with me anymore, but I felt like it was the right thing to do so the following day I dropped it in a post box. 
                          
When November 20 rolled around, I hadn't heard from Oli. He still hadn't posted anything on Instagram since the 'die' image and it was almost like he had fallen off the face of the earth. I was semi-expecting some kind of 'thankyou' for the gift, but there had been nothing. It surely would have been there by now, unless he hadn't checked his mail. Maybe it was lost in the post. Maybe it had just scared him right off. Whatever it was, I still sent him a DM that simply said "Happy Birthday", and this time not only did he not reply, he also didn't see it. It was like he had completely disappeared.
                          
What the hell was going on?