Vukan's umpteenth attempt to try and speak with Oliver came to a naught. His phone calls were rejected and his messages were not being responded to. It had been roughly five hours since the bad news and all he had heard was Oliver wasn't speaking to anyone and not even to his sister.
While everyone seemed particularly confident Oliver would find a way to cope with the loss, Vukan couldn't help but believe he was the cause for Oliver's distress.
For the umpteenth time, he yelled out from where he stood as night fell upon him. "Oliver! Please, talk to me!"
He could see Oliver's bedroom lights on and his shadowy figure sitting by his table but without moving. He was being ignored and deliberately too.
"I am sorry", Vukan apologized before getting back in his car with sore eyes and a totally disheveled state.