Chapter 50 (Naomi)

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We rushed back to the apartment we stayed at. We tried to patch each other up as much as possible, but the wounds on both of my shoulders still hurt. But it will go away eventually. 

"Naomi," Oliver called out to me. I walked over and sat down next to him.


"Hmm?" I asked. 

"I've done some thinking lately..." He responded. Then continued, "You do love me. Don't you?" He asked.

"Well... I do... Before I didn't know what those feelings were... You know?" I replied.


"Oh." He said back. Then added, "Well you wanted me to prove it to you. I haven't done it yet." 

"Yeah... I've been waiting for it since we escaped from Autumn's place," I told him.

"Why the sudden change of feelings?" He asked. I looked at him for a moment.

"Well... When Autumn took you I realized what I had... And what I lost.. I am lucky to have you around, Oliver. These feelings... Are hard to explain. Whenever we talk you give me this weird feeling in my stomach," I admitted.


"You're not lucky to have me...' He told me, then added, "I'm lucky to have you. You have no idea how much you mean to me... I would kill anyone that hurt you. And I proved that back there. And you did the same with me with that Cindella whore."

"Well... With her, I hated seeing you with another woman, that's most of the reason why I lost it... I blanked out with stabbing her repeatedly," I told him. "I guess I got jealous," I confessed. 

"I could see why" He agreed with me. We sat for a minute, then he looked over at me. He grabbed me and kissed me on the lips. Our lips synchronized together. I could feel his tongue wrap around mine. Then my tongue wrap around his. He then pulled away.

"How is that for proving it to you?"

"It was perfect," I expressed to him. And it was. I didn't know if the camp would exist or not, but I learned, that no matter what, it's worth the risk. As we sat next to each other and looked into each other's eyes, I knew as long as we had each other, we would make it. And we would. 












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