Enolive: A Fanfiction Story

🌞Sunsets🌞

//3rd Person POV\\

Enoch ran from the ship tears rolling down his cheek. He ran to the waterfall that he took Olive to on their first date and cried. Olive was gone. She was dragged away. Enoch wasn't there to stop her from being taken. He couldn't save her. Now she was gone. He heard heavy footsteps and he wiped away the tears. But his nose and eyes were red from where he had been crying. "Enoch!" Emma exclaimed. She spotted him. "Thought I'd find you here," Emma said. "How did ya know where to find me?" Enoch asked. "Olive told me about it," Emma replied. "She told me it was the best day of her life!" Emma added. "She's not coming back is she?" Enoch asked. "Well...." Emma began. "Don't ya dare lie!" Enoch snapped. "Ya are her best friend!" Enoch snapped again. "And how would Olive feel if she saw her boyfriend snapping at her best friend!!??" Emma asked. Enoch lowered his head.

"I should of been there!" Enoch exclaimed. "I should of stayed with her!" Enoch added. "Oh my gosh Enoch!" Emma scoffed. She rolled her eyes. "Why do you blame yourself for everything?" Emma asked. "Victor's death wasn't your fault neither was Olive's death," Emma said. "Besides as her best friend I should of been there too!" Emma exclaimed. "Yeah but...." Enoch began. "No 'buts!'" Emma interrupted. "Miss Peregrine feels bad too!" Emma exclaimed. "Everyone does really," Emma added. A tear fell down Emma's cheek. "Claire said that Olive screamed for you," Emma told him. "But it was no use because you were so far away," Emma added. Enoch felt like crying. Olive had screamed for him? "And I was nowhere!" Enoch exclaimed. "I SHOULD OF BEEN THERE!!!!" Enoch sobbed.

"Enoch," Emma said placing her hand on his shoulder. He shoved her hand away. "Bug off," he snapped. "Listen to me!!!!" Emma yelled. "Would Olive want you to be sitting here crying?" Emma asked him. Enoch didn't say anything. "Before you guys got together....." Emma began. "Olive wanted you and her to be together so bad," Emma continued. "But you were too blind," Emma said. "And I bet you didn't know that she used to cry herself to sleep every night thinking of you. Replaying everything you ever said. Everything you ever did and wondering where she went wrong!" Emma exclaimed. "Please don't do that to her again!" Emma exclaimed.

Enoch sobbed harder. The sun was setting and Enoch sobbed more. "This is the same sunset that me and Olive watched the first day on the ship!" Enoch sobbed. "You love Olive right?" Emma asked. "Of course I do!" Enoch exclaimed slightly offended. "Then let's go find her and bring her home!" Emma exclaimed. "How? We don't know where Oliver took her?!?!" Enoch asked. "Think Enoch!" Emma exclaimed. "What things were suspicious when you first met Oliver!?" Emma asked. Enoch thought. "Wait!!!" Enoch exclaimed. "What did Claire sob about when she came out of that room?" Enoch asked. "She said 'she is gone! We tried to stop him but we couldn't! He just kept disappearing!'" Emma replied. "What did ya say again?" Enoch asked. "We tried to stop him but we couldn't," Emma replied. "No! After that," Enoch said. "He just kept disappearing!" Emma said. Bingo! Enoch thought about when Olive told him about what she saw when she disappeared that night in the woods.

I saw someone. A man. Olive's voice rang through his mind. He had brown hair. Oliver had platinum blonde hair. Which could mean he possibly bleached his hair. And he was really tall and was about my age. Oliver was tall and was Olive's age. He wore a plaid shirt and jeans. Oliver wore jeans but not a plaid shirt. He wore brown shoes. Oliver wore black. Although he possibly could change his outfit. I followed him but after a few seconds he disappeared. I noticed he had dark sunglasses. I could see his eyes. They were white. He was a wight. He said something about coming with him or he'll hurt someone I love! Then it hit him. Olive was looking after the young peculiars before she was taken. And if he kept disappearing and reappearing then that means he could hide in the shadows. I started seeing him everywhere I went. I saw him when Emma went missing, the day Jacob arrived and when our house was bombed. Which might be why Oliver H. Jones knew who Olive and Enoch were. It hit him!