Running with the wind blowing back my hair, the triumphant smile upon face shining brightly from what I've just accomplished. I stole from my weasel of an uncle. That's right. Slugworth. So I simply kept running, running until I couldn't anymore so the chief couldn't find me. That's when it suddenly hit me. More like I ran smack dab into another person directly in front of me. I fell directly back, the contents of the folder within my hand scattering everywhere.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to....." But my words were halted the moment my eyes connected with the pure green ones of a curly haired, very attractive man standing kneeling before me to help me pick up the papers.

"It's okay! Don't be sorry. You must be in a hurry to be running as fast as you are." His eyes slightly scanned over a piece of paper with my face on it, noting that it was in fact me. But the reason I stole it was because I didn't want him to have it anymore. I didn't want my uncle to keep up this perfect little charade he's built for himself. No. He deserves the pain he's put me through.

"I uh..... I know that's me. I'm running because of it. My uncle...... he would stop me and have me locked away if I don't keep running. To keep me quiet." The man gradually starts acting as if he read over the entire page, but knowing he didn't. He didn't seem the type to be rude, just maybe not understanding the words exactly.

"I'm sorry. I can't...... read. But I can help you! I'm Willy. Wonka in fact!" He took his top off and tipped it towards me with a warm smile upon his face, his eyes extending genuine concern.

"Hi Willy. I'm (Y/N). I have proof of all Slugworth has done. That's why I can't stay in one place. I just have to prove this to someone eventually when the cost is clear. He...... sold me, to a willing family. When I was only 3. He had my parents killed so he could keep the family fortune, and business." Willy's eyes widened in absolute horror, seeing the pure sadness within my eyes, hearing it within my tone. I was betrayed on the most ultimate level. Lied to my entire life.

"Mr. Slugworth? Wow..... Well. I'll do what I said. I'll help! I'm sorry I can't read. But I can tell you aren't lying!" He said so matter of fact that I couldn't help but smile in appreciation.

"And I can help you read. No problem! I love to read as a matter of fact. It's a hobby of mine." He seemed so thrilled by the idea, so much so that he extended something to be from his little briefcase he'd had sat on the ground next to him as we continued to walk to a secluded bridge, underneath where surely, no one should dare look.

"Chocolate! I made it myself. Here, try one!" He said so gleefully that I just had to. And I did, my taste buds exploding with flavor. Unlike anything I'd ever tried.

"It's exquisite Willy!" It's absolutely divine." And so, we sat underneath the Linley bridge, dead into the thick of day, hiding out from the world. A boy and a girl who eventually, learned they couldn't live without one another.