I am a dumbhead. I uploaded this a day ago, thinking that nah I dont need something called reading the things I write again before uploading them. Nooo, I'll be fine, what can go wrong?

Yeah well, this morning I read it again and couldn't help but sigh and wanna bash myself against a wall. This is now not a one-shot. If you guys want to I can continue to write it or just let it stay a one shot. So if you wanna say what you think about it and whether or not it should stay as a one-shot. After editing it, I am now proud to present to you: my rewritten version of what happened after Olive and Enoch got on the ship. Enjoy!

It was over. It was all over…Enoch sighed as he entered his new bedroom on the ship, looking around to get accustomed to his new surroundings. The wet and broken floorboards didn't bother him much, he could learn to live with the constant smell of seawater and fish but what he didn't like was the lack of shelves and no place for his desk. His eyes inspected the walls, hoping to locate a single shelf but there were none in sight. Where was he supposed to put his hearts now?

The teen could hear the wind outside as he sat on the what used to be bed and looked around the room helplessly. It was very messy and everything needed to be fixed otherwise it would fall apart as soon as he touched it. He couldn't and wouldn't ask for help either. Enoch scoffed. Not that Jake and Emma would help him, they were too busy making out somewhere. His eyes trailed a stream of water that started from the broken metal door of his room, went across the whole floor and disappeared behind the cupboard which was perhaps left behind by the sailors in a hurry. The darkish green and blue colour combination of the room didn't bother him much, it was just like in their old home. He subconsciously compared it with his old one. Back there he still didn't bother tidying up but at least he had enough space to store his jars and parts. Even with the little sunlight he let in it still felt like a space he truly felt was his and no one else's.

Suddenly he didn't feel so happy defeating those wights with the skeleton army. The battle was won for now but they lost everything they owned in the mean time. They lost their home in return even though in the end he admitted it had to be done in order to escape and face Barron. And he couldn't help but wonder if he would be able to ever feel like he felt back there. He frowned and got up so he could begin his work again, the sooner the better.

''Enoch! Enoch, where are you?''

A familiar voice could be heard from the other side of the corridor and Enoch froze in his spot as soon as he heard Olive's voice. He turned sharply as if expecting her to be leaning against his door frame. The teen wasn't really prepared to face her, not now. Not after what he had done and not only that but what he had done in front of the others. Why he had done what he had…Enoch had no idea. He had felt that he should've since all of them thought Olive was dead and he couldn't bear that thought. He couldn't and even flat out refused to admit that Olive had died in his arms. So he acted for once on behalf of what he felt inside, he did what he felt he should've done a long time ago yet hadn't realized why he wanted to so much. He kissed her. He kissed her cold lips, as if silently saying good bye to her before she awoke again. And in the end of course the others just had to tease him for it.

Those little fireballs didn't let him forget afterwards as they were grinning like crazy all the way to the ship and he scowled, remembering what looks he had received especially from Bronwyn and Horace. The twins were too small to understand but the other two saw what happened between him and Olive.

''Enoch! Are you here at all?'' Her voice rang in his ears again as he searched for something to do and saw his jars still untouched. Trying to look busy, he started to unpack the jars he still kept in his suitcase. Enoch needed a hammer and a lot of nails if he wanted to distract himself from Olive.

Said red head was getting excited with every step. She wanted to find him and thank him. Enoch. Olive smiled as she said his name in her mind. The red head knew he was there but he didn't bother to answer her even though he saved her life back there with the elephant. The memory came back before her eyes and for a moment Olive started walking slower, her light steps echoing in the corridor.

The teen remembered what it was like…being so close to death. Falling frozen on the ground was the last thing she remembered before waking ut to Enoch's face. The fire inside her, which had pulsated so vibrantly in her veins could've vanished…forever. It was so cold, she never knew she could feel that way. Olive Elephanta never got cold in her life and yet there she was, laying on the ground, ice covering her body and everything was all blurry. Whatever she may had felt, however confused she might have been she knew one thing…it was Enoch's voice that guided her back into the real world.

That deep voice with his irish accent that she liked so much, that rich voice that if commanded something…she would do it. She would do anything for Enoch.

A blush started to creep its way on her cheeks as she remembered his words:

All these years I never appreciated you. I didn't see how lucky I was. I got so used to having you there … I never realized…''

And then she had opened her eyes to see him smile for the first time in what felt like forever. Olive never understood to the full extent how deeply she had grown on him and at that moment she actually saw something resembling affection on his face. Even in her wildest dreams, she didn't imagine Enoch showing affection towards her, what she had to settle for was to be around him. That was enough for her, she would think normally. So…what was that she saw in his eyes for that one moment while he was smiling?

When Bronwyn snickered behind them she knew she had missed something important, something that the necromancer wasn't telling her.

Olive huffed and her pace quickened again when she saw his suitcase halfway in the room open. He was never going to answer was he…?

The red head knocked on the room respectively like she did when they lived in the house. He never let anyone in his room even when they knocked, let alone let them stay if he found out they were there without paying their respect to his personal space first. A grunt was all she had as an answer since he was too busy to make shelves for his jars. Everything was a mess, piled on the floor, and the skeletons he had saved for later were in the corner of the cabin. Her eyes followed his every movement as he hammered some floorboards to the wall before he placed a few of his instruments there.

''You found more of the skeletons? That's great, we really need help up there.'' He only nodded before continuing his task.

Instead of saying something else, Olive went behind him and took off her glove so she could at least make the space around them dry in order for the water not to damage any of his things.

Enoch was painfully aware of how close she was at the moment. His eyes still on the shlf as if it was the most interesting thing in the word right now, he could see her hand waiting patiently for him to finish so she could dry everything like the good assistant she was. Enoch cursed himself silently as he remembered that she would always stay behind him to help when he was working and the realization hit him hard: he from now on he was going to be aware of how close she was supposed to be since she was his assistant. Every day. For hours on end. Olive would be very close physically to him and he finally felt what that meant. The thought both scared him and made him smirk inwardly as he lowered the hammer to inspect his work while Olive tried to dry the wood. She would now be paying close attention to his work rather than running around Jake. He now had a girlfriend, let Emma run around not Olive. After successfully drying one simple shelf, Olive looked at him and smiled.

''Everyone is a bit better now, and calm most importantly. Miss Peregrine landed a few minutes ago and since then, there is no end to her orders.'' She joked observing him but Enoch's expression didn't change - as usual. He just went to the broken little desk that was against the wall opposite of the entrance and started to push it to the right of the room. She wanted to help him and went next to him, lowering her upper half to push with him but he lifted his hand.

''No, I can handle this on my own.'' He cut her off and she stopped in her tracks, nodding silently. They were on the ship for only an hour and the usual routine was restored for a few hours. She would talk and talk, say something that she thought would be funny and he would only stay quiet, not breaking his concertation for her silly jokes. Olive would move with the intention to help but Enoch would never give her the dirty or heavy work. He would quietly say ''Scissors.'' And she would in panic look for said instrument as if a second longer without it he wouldn't be able to fix the body and that would ruin his experiment. Olive smiled a bit to herself, knowing that things didn't seem so weird after their…moment with the wight and the confession. It's still not what she came for and not what she wanted to talk about. She wasn't in a hurry though, she would take her time with Enoch as she always would. And she would enjoy it as always. There was only a little problem: Enoch seemed to raise his voice at her more often and for nothing.

''Don't touch that for god's sake! It's the only one I have left.'' Just a few moments later he had managed to scold her for touching the metal panel he used for the surgery table. The girl backed away again, startled by the coldness in his voice. What had happened? Had she done something wrong? Was she bothering him instead of helping? Enoch's lips became a thin line as he observed her posture while casually putting together his new table. He knew she was uncomfortable sitting in the middle of his room with nothing to do but it was hard for him to do his work while she was around. Olive Elephanta distracted him more than he could afford at the moment.

I came to say thank you...But at I troubling Enoch in some way? Is there something I have missed?

''I want to be alone for the rest of the day.'' His voice pulled her from her thoughts and Olive blinked a few times, looking at him confused. She was his assistant, wasn't she?

As if he had read her mind Enoch frowned and continued ''This work is not for a woman. Besides you are not needed.'' Usually she would just nod and leave him be. But this time he was being especially harsh considering she came to say thank you for saving her life. The red head just stood there, his words hitting her one by one and by the look on her face Enoch guessed that this time he was ruder than usual. His frown deepened and he turned with his back towards the girl, picked up a skeleton and put it on the table.

''I just came to say thank you…apparently you don't need my thanks nor my help so I will do as you wish Enoch.'' She felt the bitterness of her words on her tongue as she exited the room before he had the chance to look at her one last time. The door slammed behind her and he watched as the handle moved for the last time before she left.

As her footsteps began to fade away, he let out the air he hadn't realized he had been holding and lowered his gaze. Scratching his head tired, he began to work on the skeletons.

They tried…but both knew that the relationship they had would never be the same.

The next few hours Enoch forced hismelf to focus on his creations and it took all it had in him to keep his concentration. There was so much work to do: the children needed safe rooms to call their temporary home, the engine room was begging to be repaired, the ship needed a captain and someone to manage the smaller things around the wheel and so much more. He even put together that spider baby creature he had built for Olive to help him since he had shooed said girl away nd it was taking longer than usual to asemble the skeletons. It was harder to work without her, he realized as the last one of his creations left the room to do god knows what on the ship. There was no one to talk to him, to make him feel that he is there not just doing things mechanically, without thought. Also, the spider baby creation was so slow he almost crushed it out of anger. It dropped the scissors, the scalpel, the skeleton ribs, bones - everything that it touched.

At the moment he was busy helping the twins set up their room. Everything had to be symmetrical for them to be happy and it was very hard for him since controlling a dozen of skeletons was draining enough already. The young man felt a bit dizzy as he hammered the last nail on the wall and looked at the twins. The small children nodded content and made a few sounds, hugging him as thanks before Enoch left the room.

He had a lot of work ahead of him.

''Enoch, could you please help me?'' He heard Jake's voice, sighing deeply and with a small growl, Enoch ran to him so he could help.

Olive sat on one of the chairs in the kitchen exhausted. She had helped cook dinner with miss Peregrine and after that she had to dry dozens of blankets and beds so they can be used. It was tiring and she hadn't stopped to catch her breath all day. At the end of it, as much as she loved the children and her head mistress, the red head wanted nothing more than to be with Enoch. She felt drained, it was not usual for her to be separated for a long time from him and all the emotions she kept in her started to weigh. She was not like Horace or Hugh, not like Emma and Millard. She was a person, who would rather stay quiet and observe. Like Enoch. Around others she felt safe and nice but...with Enoch it was different. And she missed the feeling terribly.

''Оlive..Dear, please take a break. I realize you have had too many things to do today but you did an exellent job. Please go and rest, I am more than grateful for what you have done.'' Miss Peregrine smiled warmly at her and gestured towards the door. They were now finished cleaning the dishes and the rest of the skeletons that were in the kitchen were tidyng up. Earlier the two women saw that they would stop what they are doing and resume a minute later. Both got more and more worried as time went by and by the alarming amount of times they did that. The necromancer was pushing himself too hard and at this rate he was probably going to faint.

''I better go check on him and go to sleep.'' Miss Peregrine nodded and returned to what she was doing, smiling to herself. Those two were one of the most extraordinary children she had ever seen and she was so happy that they had finally found someone to open up to. Olive exited the kitchen area and ran towards his cabine. She ran across the hall, passing her room and stood in front of his closed door. Knocking like before, she waited for the usual confirmation from him but there was nothing. Olive tried to knock again but nobody answered. Taking a deep breath and worried, she allowed herself to open the door and peek inside. The dim light in the room managed to brighten it enough for her to see that Enoch had passed out on the floor, the spider-baby hitting itself against the wall near his bed.

Gasping, she ran towards him and tried to pick him up gently; she wouldn't forgive herself if she woke him up now. He was pale and worn out. The necromancer had pushed himself too far it took it's toll on him, causing him to lose consciousness. Olive looked at him and for the first time today had the opportunity to be close to him, to see his face clearly.

His curly dark hair fell gracefully on his forehead and when he wasn't growling or frowning, Olive found, he was very handsome. She quickly let that thought go away as she managed to place him on the bed and tuck him in. Right now his comfort was more important than her thoughts. The teen sat beside him and observed his sleeping face. He looked so tired, the dark circles under his eyes had gotten bigger from the lack of sleep. She lifted her hand, thinking that it wouldn't hurt to just touch him but stopped midway.

The pyromancer never tried to touch him, mainly because of the risk of setting his clothes on fire. He never expressed any desire to be touched either so she silently settled with just handing him his instruments. And at times trying to brush her fingers against his. His locks looked so soft and she struggled with the desire to take off her gloves and touch them with her fingers, just to feel them against her skin. Olive backed away, still looking at him with longing. She had so many things to tell him, so many things to discuss with him, what had happened today, what she had seen and most importantly: she wanted to talk to him again. She wanted to tell him how funny Horace looked while trying to find some clothes on the ship or how Fiona and Hugh shared a very romantic moment with some flowers both agreed to take care of. Olive wanted to ask him about...their moment. Why he had said what he said, what did he do afterwards that seemed so bad that he wanted to be cold to her, colder than usual. She needed to know. The red head had to find out what he had done to figure out why he considered it so important but looking at him, his exhausted features she had to patiently wait for him to get some sleep and rest. She had every intention to let him sleep and was going to get up but stopped again to take one last look at him.

Olive smiled and kissed his forehead. She would wait as long as she had to for him.

Closing the door, she didn't realize that something else had escaped the room besides her.

Enoch dreamt of red. Of red hair and light bluish green eyes. He dreamt of fire and a beating heart under his right palm. Olive was haunting his dreams and for the life of him, he couldn't find a reason to get rid of her. In his dream she was right there, in front of him, smiling happily with her arms stretched towards him. Enoch hesitated for a moment before walking towards her and hugging her tightly. He could feel her soft skin under his, her warm breath on his neck, her hands wrapped tightly around him. He felt her heart beating as he looked in her eyes. Smiling at him, she looked more beautiful than he dared himself to think and her eyes had him hypnotized. He couldn't look away as his lips parted a bit before he went in to kiss the lips he had been craving to since their moment. It was the moment he was waiting for for so long.

But just as their lips were about to touch she opened her mouth and started to scream, waving her hands frantically. The same moment a piercing sound woke him up from his slumber in a startled manner. He tried to identify the person who was banging on his door, annoyed that someone had interrupted such a pleasant dream. Fiona was furiously knocking on his door with words that made him freeze from panic for the second time in the last 48 hours:

''Enoch, come quickly! Something attacked Olive in her sleep!'' He all but ripped the door as he hurried down the corridor with a stone expression. Miss Peregrine, Emma and Jake were standing near the entrance of the room, talking quietly and when he got close enough for them to notice him, they looked at him with worry in their eyes. His confusion grew as he asked what had happened.

''I think it is better for Olive to explain.'' Emma said with a bitter expression and Jake nodded, rubbing his hand against her arm in support. Miss Peregrine said nothing, instead glaring at one particular thing in Olive's room. He looked that way and as he entered his eyes fell on that sight...It was as if something in him shattered into a million little pieces.

There she was, Olive, with long thin red marks on her neck and bleeding, holding the spider-baby in her hand with its heart out. She was looking at herself in the mirror to see where the cuts were and was trying to stop the bleeding. As soon as she saw him, staring at her with horrified eyes she screamed his name.

''ENOCH!''

But it was too late. He had already seen what his creation had done to her. The necromancer saw how he could've killed her in his slumber because he did not remember that his monsters were still active. He saw the damage he had made.

He had to stay away. For her safety. For her to be happy and alive, he needed to stay away from her. So he did the only thing he could think of: He ran to the end of the corridor, not looking back.

''ENOCH!'' He knew she was behind him but didn't stop. Enoch sucked in his breath and ran as fast as he could, taking the stairs to the upper deck by three. When he was sure it was okay or him to breathe again he crossed the open space quickly, screaming his lungs out. It was like nothing he had ever done, releasing all that he had bottled up inside. It was a frightning scream that expressed what he himself couldn't for so long. The piercing sound was heard by all of the ship's residents who feared that he would hurt himself in some way because of what happened. Miss Peregrine, however, stopped Fiona, Hugh and Jake from running after him as her eyes saw the edge of Olive's dress disappearing behind the corner of the corridor.

He knew everyone had to have heard his scream, not knowing what was happening. But Enoch didn't care about them at the moment.

In his mind he couldn't get rid of the image of her neck sliced, the monster in her hand, her worried face as she tried to stop the bleeding. Her frightened expression when she faced him... Taking a deep breath, he rubbed his face with both hands trying to figure out how all of that had happened. Earlier today Enoch saved her life, now he could've easily taken it from her whitout even knowing it. The cold air couldn't calm him down as he paced around the upper deck, shaking his head, trying to figure out how he was going to fix all of the damage he caused. HOw he was going to make up for all the pain she must've felt waking up with almost no breath form that damn thing squeezing her neck, almost choking her.

The moon was was shining brightly above him, lighting his way around as he kept walking around fast, not being able to find his place from worry and sorrow. The cold wind hit his flushed face and he shivered from the feeling. As beautiful and peaceful the night seemed, for him it was the start of his nightmare. In the dark he stared at the empty space in front of him, towards the horizon, his mind racing.

He had hurt her. He had...hurt his Olive.

Hurt the only girl he treasured and wanted to protect. Enoch caused her harm, what's worse: she could've died from his foolish dream. The teen kicked a few pieces of rusty metal, sending them to the bottom of the ocean. He was breathing heavily and didn't realize that she was standing quietly right behind him all along even though she had been calling out his name as soon as he ran out of her room.

Worried that he might do something stupid as she knew he would blame himself for what happened, Olive ran after him ignoring the stinging pain in her neck and kept up with his pace until he ubruptly stopped to scream. Her initial hock was replaced with worry as she watched him pace around and pant heavily, her sadness deepening. Enoch blamed himself, she could see it, and there was nothing she could do since he was deaf to pleas right now. She knew him, he would be so harsh towards himself and Olive couldn't stand to see it. Before her eyes wasn't the cool, calm and collected Enoch, it was a young man who was paniced and confused, scared and deeply saddened by what he had thought he'd done. Wind blew through her hair as she stepped closer and closer, careful not to startle him. His expression in her room...it was something she never wanted to see again and was determined to be there for him when he himself wasn't.

He didn't know what to think, he was just standing in one place trying to comprehend the situation but it was hard for him to think logically while the disturbing image of his girl and her sliced neck kept popping up in front of his eyes, making him show an expression of hurt and disgust. He felt as if someone had beat him up and his body was so heavy he felt he could faint like earlier.

Olive was standing right behind him and was just about to quietly open her mouth to speak.

''Enoch.''

He turned towards her, almost tripping from the sudden loss of energy, and with an incredious expression on his face, as if he couldn't believe that she was casually standing before him.

''Why are you here? Are intentionally trying to get hurt again? Stay away from me.'' His deep voice was heavy with regret and bitterness. How could she just...stand right in front of him after what he had done to her? Why was she even holding that damned doll, he looked down at her right hand. The little monster was hanging lifeless in the air. Enoch should've taken its heart out while he was still awake but now it was too late...The damage was permanent and as his eyes trailed along her slender neck, he couldn't bear to look at the long lines.

''Enoch...Don't blame yourself...Please.'' She quietly pleaded and took a step towards him, dropping the doll the moment she saw his disgusted face. He backed away as if she had actually burned him.

''No. It was all my fault...If I had paid more attention to the things I create we wouldn't be in such a situation. No damn it, it's my fault.'' He almost screamed and turned away from her. Olive's heart was breaking from the sight before her, she couldn't stand to see him so hurt, so hopeless. His back was hunched and his hands were covering his face as if he didn't want her to see that side of him.

Enoch felt...miserable. His body was heavy, his mind was foggy and he felt and thought the worst. Looking at her pained expression once again, he thought that he really was unlovable. He always ended up hurting the people he cherished and that meant them leaving him for good. But for the first time with Olive...he had thought he would not let anyone cause her pain, he would protect her.

In the end, he thought bitterly, he was the one that hurt her the most.

Olive took another step and mustered the courage to start speaking again. Her gloved hands started to go higher, towards him. There was a huge lump in her throat that prevented her from even breathing but she knew that they both needed to hear it.

''Enoch O'Connor...You are one of the most amazing people I know. You would never hurt me and we both know it. You probably just had a bad dream and that resulted in the creature attacking something to protect it's master. Please...Don't, don't treat yourself so harshly. It was never your fault.'' She whispered the last sentence and got even closer to him. The necromancer's expression turned into one of disbelief and bitterness.

''No Olive. There was non nightmare. We both know I am fully capable of hurting you and we proved it tonight! So for your own safety just stay away from me!'' He raised his voice, hoping to hurt her enough so she would actually listen to his plea. Enoch couldn't face the thought of hurting her again and in the end it was for her own good.

The red head's face turned red with anger and her hands dropped to her sides.

''You don't get to have a say in what I do and with whom I spend my time since you yourself didn't even care earlier when I just came to say thank you for saving me!'' She raised her delicate voice higher and now both of them were close, glaring at each other scared.

''Oh please, don't even try and assume I have any desire to have a say. You can do whatever you want, see if I care!'' He spat out with venom, his eyes hooded and his vision getting even blurrier. Shut up idiot, you know you want her near you. You know that right now you're hurting her even more. This was coming too much for him, the emotions that resided within him, waiting to be let out. He couldn't handle situations like this one and would usually ignore his feelings but now all he could think about was her expression as she looked at him for the first time in her room the same night. The lack of rest, the exhausting hours of work, his conflicted emotions, everything was taking it's toll on him and was going to knock him down at one point, he just prayed to whatever was up there that it wouldn't be in front of her.

''Well aparently you do because that is what you said after saving me! You didn't even have the dignity to tell me what you did after that, everyone knows except me, poor nice little Olive, always last to know and understand! I'm just an assistant of course, how could I understand what the smarter people around me are saying?! No please continue to shut me out and treat me like you always have!'' She didn't mean it. She didn't mean any of it. But she was so hurt from his words she could't think over her words and was just shouting the first thing that would come in her mind.

''God damn it Olive, I kissed you! You wanna know why you're hurt? Because after the kiss I couldn't stop thinking about you!'' Enoch screamed in her face and fell to his knees in exhaustion. His feet couldn't carry him anymore and he was forced to gasp for air on his knees in front of her. The necromancer was on the verge of fainting but he shook his head to try and clear his vision. Though after that he realized what he screamed in a state of deliria and sadness.

He finally said it, he finally confessed what he did without her permission. Enoch O'Connor finally admitted to kissing Olive Elephanta.

Olive stared at his form, shocked by his words, and put her gloved hand on her lips. Was it true? Did he really kiss her? He couldn't have, it just doesnt make any sense...

But by the way he had said it and the expression on his face...

He had kissed her, Olive realized, her eyes widening. Enoch had kissed her, he had finally shown his affection towards her. The emotion she had seen...it was real. A shallow breath escaped from her as the realization downed upon her: It was his feelings for her.

''You...you...'' She stuttered and fell to her knees in front of him, still not able to fully comprehend his words.

He smiled sadly and nodded.

''The dream I had? It wasn't a nightmare Olive. I dreamt you, hugging you, being near you. And look what happened...In real life the doll acted out what I was dreaming...'' He removed her hair and stared at her neck and the lines on it. The pattern was as if the robot was trying to grab her neck, creating the cuts. She winced from the cold air and he backed his hand away, misinterpreting her actions. Even with one simple action... he thought bitterly.

''I understand...That you are kind enough to say a few sweet words and never come near me again. I would fully accept and understand that. But don't lie to me. Don't say that I am one of the most amazing people you have ever met because if I was amazing I wouldn't have let a puny little robot doll hurt you so badly. Everyone I have ever considered close, have ever loved got hurt in the end. By me nonetheless. I can't bear to see you hurt. So please...just stay away from me.''

He started to get up with the thought of locking himself and never coming out unless obliged to but was stopped by two clothed hands holding his wrists firmly, holding him in place. Olive, with force that was not usual for her, pulled him down on his knees again and kissed him hard. Her lips met his, soft and warm, and she hoped that she showed everything she was feeling for him. Her affection towards him, her need and want for him. She needed him to understand that she couldn't live without him and didn't care whether or not he wanted her around him. It was not enough to stand by and hand him his instruments anymore. Olive wanted him. All of him. And she finally had the courage to kiss Enoch.

Shocked by her action, he started backing away but she held him with both her hands on either side of his face and he very soon forgot the reason he would leave in the first place. Her lips were gentle and soft, warm against his cold ones, and she tasted like cherries. Melting in her arms, he placed his around her waist and pulled her closer to deepen the kiss. His tongue licked her lower lip shyly, begging for permission which she happily gave. Their lips fell in synch and moved slowly in a steady rhythm as their tongues entertwined. It was amazing how a few seconds earlier they were screaming in each other's faces and now were kissing for the first time, in the middle of the night, on the upper deck. But both couldn't care less as the only thing they thought about at the moment was each other.

A few seconds later, they pulled away, gasping for air, and Olive rested her head on his left shoulder with a soft smile dancing on her lips. Enoch on the other hand was both dizzy and not sure if whatever was happening was real. SHe took another deep breath and spoke again.

''I woke up choking and screaming because something was laying on my neck. When I saw the doll I thought that it was a nightmare and tossed it to the ground. It got up and tried to get on the bed again. I just pulled the heart out and miss Peregrine, Emma and Jake had barged in my room worried. They asked what had happened and I explained. Enoch I am alright and honestly the cuts aren't that deep. I think...the doll was trying to hug me.'' He gaped at her explanation. It made sense but he still couldn't believe that it happened. Olive smiled softly at him, and continued. ''I don't think that your dolls would just wander off and try and hurt me since what you were dreaming was nice. The dolls do what you tell them to, this time you just... subconsciously told them to give me a big hug.'' She laughed a bit and that cracked a smile on his lips. Olive looked up at him and with a more serious expression faced him directly.

''You are one of the most impossible people on the planet. But I will never stop loving you.'' She whispered in his ear and without realizing it, a tear threatened to escape his eye. Enoch was sure he had heard her correctly and his heart fluttered in his chest. He quickly wiped it away and looked at her with so much emotion in his eyes. What he was feeling at the moment collided with all the things he would tell himself late at night while staring at the ceiling. Even if she loved him...he couldn't...considering that he had so little self-control that he let something like that happen to her...

''I...I can't say that to you, I don't deserve your love. I almost got you killed...'' He whispered back, his voice was almost gone from the screaming. Shaking her head, she smiled and showed him her scars. He winced at the sight but she didn't let him turn away from her.

''Love...you didn't want to hurt me. You wanted to be with me, that's why the doll acted on your behalf. I will be fine. What I need...'' She looked up at him and got closer.''...is you. Now and forever Enoch O'Connor.''

He didn't need to be told again. His lips crashed into hers and he picked her up in his arms, twirling her in the air as if her words had given him a new source of energy. Olive had just given him what he had thought he would never recieve...Love. She had called him love. That simple action on her behalf, it made him feel like he finally recieved what he needed all this time, the thing he hadn't known he was missing so much. Genuine love for who he was. And Enoch would never forget it. With every word she had said, it was getting harder and harder for him not to believe her.

''Please say you have understood me. You are not to blame. We should, however, remove the hearts before going to sleep.'' Olive joked after she stopped laughing at his reaction and this time he actually smiled back at her, his vision getting clearer. It was as if the new flow of energy helped him as his body wasn't so heavy to carry anymore and his vision was somewhat clearer. He could now see her beautiful yes, shining up at him, and her smile, the one she would give only to him.

The moonlight shined down on her face making her look even more beautiful than in his dreams. All of this looked as real as ever and the teen understood that everything that was before didn't matter now. It just didn't because Olive was here and she was saying that she was his, now and forever. It was too important, it was too real for anything else besides Olive to matter and Enoch finally found the courage to say his next words even though earlier his insecurity showed when he said he couldn't say ''I love you back''. His fingers caressed her cheek and a with every second they were getting redder and hotter. He laughed at her bashfullness and she pouted like a little child.

''I never got to tell you...How beautiful I think you are. How much I love you.'' He murmured a few centimeters away from her lips before kissing her again and she smirked when they parted for the third time. Her expression made his soften even more and he entertwined their hands.

''You can show me.'' Enoch didn't have a doubt in his mind. From now on until the rest of their days he would not stop showing her how precious she was to him.