Memories

Chapter Twenty One

Octavius couldn't help smiling. He hasn't felt this happy in a very long time. There were some qualities he saw in (Y/N) that resembled Rosie. He believed now that Rosie sent (Y/N) to him to help him through his dark days. He thanked Rosie the night he finally found (Y/N).

It took Octavius a long time to get (Y/N)'s new address. He had called her mother, asking where she went. (Y/N)'s mother had a very long conversation about leaving (Y/N) the way he did. He apologized as many times as he could. And he would until his death.

The feeling Octavius had when he finally saw (Y/N), he could've sworn he was dreaming. She looked adorable in her shorts and slippers. She looked so heavenly, it was intimidating. How could anyone as beautiful as her like someone as awful as he was.

He sped up his pace, wanting to hold her as quickly as possible. He felt raindrops toppling on his hair. It didn't matter, he needed her. She sprinted, closing the distance.

"Otto," She screamed as she jumped into his arms. Octavius cried quietly on her shoulder, her doing the same.

"Oh my dear, how I've missed you."

That day was probably one of Octavius's fondest days of his life. He watched her later that night fall asleep next to him. No hint of fear or hatred towards him. Just peace. Everything was so peaceful.

He thanked that sweet Peter from the other world for saving him.

Octavius played with her hair, her complexion glowing underneath the moonlight. God, she was divine.

He laid his head on the pillow, curling closer to her. "I love you too..." He whispered before falling asleep.

The next morning, he woke up to the smell of coffee, but he couldn't find (Y/N) anywhere in the bed. Panicking, he quickly got up, walking into the kitchen. An actuator whirred, finding her upstairs, working on something.

Octavius turned to face the upstairs, watching the orange sunrise hit her skin. She looked so beautiful. Her hair was messy from sleeping, and she bit her cheek whenever she was hyper focused with what she was working on. His list of qualities he loved about her grew.

"Good morning." She spoke so lovingly.

"Good morning." He spoke back, taking a sip of his coffee.

It was in fact a great morning for him. He built up the courage to kiss her. That kiss made Octavius crave so much more of her. Her delicate hands on his neck, shoulder, chest, and in his hair. Her lips were buttery soft, and she tasted like coffee, with lots of creamer. He loved that she had a sweet tooth. If she always tasted sweet, he wanted to taste it more.

Afterwards, he watched her come out of the room, cleaned up and dressed in leggings and her college hoodie. She had sneakers and a tote bag on her shoulder. Her hair was brushed, but had a few bumps, and her skin looked flawless. She was an angel.

Octavius pulled her in, kissing her once more. Not as long as the last one, but long enough to make her blush.

She giggled, smiling so sweetly, "I'll be back in a couple hours. Don't miss me too much." She walked towards the door, waving back.

Octavius chuckled, leaning against the counter. "Be safe my dear."

She looked back at him once more, smiling, before leaving. The sound of a car starting and leaving made Octavius realize he was alone. And for the first time in a really long time, he did not like being alone.

He glanced down at Mo, who looked in horrible shape. He sighed, "C'mon, let's give ourselves a tour."

Mo twitched before lifting up and setting it's claw on Octavius's shoulder. Octavius walked into the guest bathroom, surprised to see it as fancy as the master bathroom. He then walked upstairs, seeing the piles of papers and books on the desk and floor. They all were about quantum physics and articles about him. What was she doing with this?
Octavius picked up one of the books, flipping through the pages till he saw a few pages with bright pink highlights. He read through the interview he had with a news reporter, many years ago. Octavius noticed the handwriting next to it.

'Not only was he a big flirt, but a charmer as well. Wonder how many women he's swoon? Just kidding, I think.'

'Did he really create something so insane to save people's energy? Props to him. He's too intelligent for my stupid ass.'

Octavius chuckled as he flipped the page.

'Otto knew to stop the huge ball of sun with water, but what would've happened if the ball was bigger than it was that one night? Would nobody be able to survive something like that?'

Octavius winced, not wanting to remember that night. The look she gave him, fearing both of their lives. He didn't think she would even be there, and the fact that she was. It gave him flashbacks to when Rosie was caught in the crossfire.

Octavius would do anything to avoid that from ever happening again.

Octavius sat the book down, picking up a piece of paper, hand written. He noticed it was her handwriting. She wrote about Octavius being misunderstood, and not purposely doing the things he did. She used book sources on how advanced AI can control a human's brain function. Towards the end of the paper, she talked about the city being okay if he ever came back. How they shouldn't be quick to judge.

Mo chirped, the other actuators joining in. Octavius wiped a tear away, setting the paper back in its original position. How could a woman like (Y/N) be so okay for all he's done, and try to change other people's minds? How could she be so kind to him when he was an awful villain?

The door opened, revealing (Y/N) bringing in two hefty brown bags filled with groceries. Octavius watched her go back out before quickly getting down the stairs, pretending he wasn't up there at all. He didn't realize he spent most of the time up there.

She came back with a bag filled with different types of tools and wires, and another stuffed with way too many clothes.

She shut the door with her foot, smiling while setting the bags on the counter. Octavius raised his eyebrow, wondering how much she spent.

She laughed while itching the back of her neck, "I have a shopping addiction. But I got you some really nice clothes from this boutique!"

Octavius was still looking at her, but this time he just wanted to shut her up with another kiss. He wouldn't do that though. She looked so happy and energetic talking about her little shopping hobby.

Octavius was forced to do a runway show with his new clothes, but he didn't mind. It made (Y/N) happy.

And that's all that matters.