Broken Arrows Chapter 2 – Give Me Love

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Give me love like never before
'Cause lately I've been craving more
And it's been a while but I still feel the same
Maybe I should let you goYou know I'll fight my corner
And that tonight I'll call ya
After my blood, is drowning in alcohol
No I just wanna hold yaGive a little time to me, we'll burn this out
We'll play hide and seek, to turn this around
All I want is the taste that your lips allow

He slowly opened his heavy eyes. His head was pounding and his mouth was dry. He could smell the antiseptic in the air and see fluorescent lights above him. Pain was pulsing all over his body; he felt lethargic and sore.

"Hi there, kid. I was starting to wonder if you would ever wake up," a heavily raspy voice said, making him slowly turn his head to the left side of the bed to find the unfamiliar face from earlier. It was the man that found him at the beach.

"Where am I?" he asked, his voice rough and heavy.

"You are at the St. John Bunbury Hospital," the man said, his large arms crossed over his chest, his posture tense and alert.

"What happened to me?" he asked, slowly moving his hands and looking at the IV connected to his arm, the machines monitoring his vitals, and the endless bandages all over his body. What the hell had happened to him?

"That's what I'm trying to figure out," the man said shortly.

"Slade. Don't antagonize him," a beautiful Asian woman said as she entered the room. She had long black hair and a kind smile. She was dressed in a red long skirt that flowed to her feet and a black top. She took a clipboard that was attached to his bed and moved through the pages, carefully reading whatever was written there.

"I'm doing no such thing. I just wanted to see if our 'John Doe' here remembered anything," the large man that he now knew was named Slade, said. Slade looked fondly to the Asian woman and he realized that they were probably together.

"My name is Dr. Shado Fei. This is my husband Slade Wilson. Do you remember us? We were the ones that found you at the beach," she said calmly, waiting for him to see if he could actually remember when they found him.

"I think I do, maybe… I'm not sure. My memories are all mixed up. I don't know what is real and what was a dream," he said, frustrated, but too tired to say anything else.

"So you still don't remember anything? Not your name, or where you are from?" she asked cautiously as her husband got up from the armchair to stand next to her.

"No," he answered simply, his voice filled with despair.

"It's ok. You had some heavy head trauma and your brain had some swelling too. That's probably why you can't remember anything at the moment. The swelling will go away with time and when that does happen memories might start trickling back. I stress the maybe. You also had cuts and bruises all over your body. Your right leg also suffered some damage, and you had torsion on your knee. You were probably in some kind of accident, or even a fight. One that ended up with you getting your head hurt pretty badly. We believe this was what caused the swelling and your lack of memory," Shado explained, still holding tightly to the clipboard.

"You were in really bad shape kid. You were out for three days," Slade said, still tense.

"Three days?" he asked shocked. It seemed the more he heard the worse it got.

"Yes. Sadly, you had no documents with you. So we were unable to locate anyone to be here for you. We went to the local police and supplied your physical description there in case anyone went looking out for you. But so far no one has come forth. I'm sorry," Shado said softly.

"I'm sure there is someone out there looking for you," Slade said, trying to reassure the young man more than he actually believed it. The blonde young man seemed way to lost if his expression said anything. Maybe there was no one out there for him.

"Thank you," he said to the couple, unsure of what to say.

"The only thing that you had with you was this," Slade said, removing a small plastic bag from his jeans pocket. He handed it to the young man, who took the platinum chain with trembling hands.

"You had this necklace on you when we found you," Shado said, watching how the young man seemed to move his fingers over the small arrow pendant before closing his hand around it, holding it tightly. "Do you have any idea what it means?" she asked curiously.

"Home," he whispered without hesitation. He wasn't sure where home was but he could feel it in this pendant. Deep inside of himself he somehow knew that this was it. It meant home, wherever that was.

As the days seemed to pass by, he started to feel better; his body was healing faster than he actually believed it would. The bruises and cuts disappeared one by one. He still couldn't walk well, but the doctors said that in a month his leg would be ok. Sadly his memories hadn't come back as his body seemed to get better, even after the brain swelling disappeared. Shado had asked a friend of hers, , to run a few more tests to see if there was anything else they could try to figure out if they could get those memories back. But there were only so many MRI's, scans and blood tests that they could run. So after a week or so at the hospital, it was time for him to go. A police officer had taken both Shado and Slade's statement, but so far no one had come asking for someone that matched his physical description. So without anyone there to collect him he walked towards the front entrance of the hospital on a pair of crutches, wearing a pair of Slade's sweatpants and t-shirt. The clothes were too big for him but were clean and whole.

"Excuse me, Dr. Yang told me to hand you my release papers," he said to the woman at the front desk. She quickly took his discharge papers and moved to type his data into the computer. She printed out some final forms for him to sign but he couldn't, as he didn't know his true name. Before he could ask about it, the woman at the front desk realized her mistake and took the papers back and explained some things to him.

"Because of your condition the signature won't be necessary. Your bill and main discharge have been handled already," she said to him with an apologetic smile as she handed him a bill signed by Slade Wilson. His eyes practically bugged out when he was saw it was a bill for 25,000 Australian dollars.

"Fuck," he whispered, looking at the list of endless services and tests that were provided to him and done. It was a huge bill and he didn't know how to react to the fact that it had been paid off by a stranger.

He didn't know what to say. He didn't know who he was, he didn't know what he did for a living, or even if he had money to pay these bills. Slade and Shado shouldn't be responsible for paying his bills. They had already done enough by saving his life. He would be dead if not for them. He knew that. And now they did this? It was a kindness that he didn't know how to repay.

As he slowly walked with his crutches down the long corridor of the hospital, the bill seemed to burn a hole through his sweats pockets. He couldn't get his mind of it. As he made for the next set of doors he saw Slade and Shado waiting for him. He shuffled in place for a second, trying to hide the shame that he felt for putting them out like this.

"I am so sorry. If I knew I would have not stayed in the hospital. I will find a way to pay you guys back, I promise you," he said as he brandished the bill, guilt weighing down on him.

"You bet your ass you will, kid. That was all my savings," Slade said, making him feel even worse than he already did.

"Slade," Shado said in a repressive tone as she shot her husband a look, "What my husband really meant to say was that so far no one has come looking for you, but it doesn't mean they won't eventually. Your memory may come back tomorrow, or next week or one year from now. We don't know for sure. But in the mean time, you need a place to stay, food and some time to finish your recovery. We want to help you get back on your feet." She finished with a smile, softly touching her husband's arm and presenting quite a united front.

"Wait, are you saying you want to help me while I've still got amnesia?" he asked in confusion, not sure why these two strangers wanted to help him even more than they already had.

Slade looked over at his wife and let her answer, "Yes. We are saying that we can help you while you need help. I might have assumed a little too much but I left our contact information at both the police station and the hospital. This way if someone comes looking for you they can find you with us."

"I don't know. You guys have already done too much for me. I can't impose even more," he said, softly shaking his head.

"Listen kid. We were on our honeymoon when we found you. I spent all my savings paying for those hospital bills and my wife is pretty adamant that we can help you. You seem like a good kid that got himself in a bad situation. I am sure that soon someone will come looking for you," Slade said, receiving an evil glare from his wife, as his words seemed to make the young blonde man feel even worse than before. "But I know what it's like to be in a dark place and to need help. All I can promise you is that there is hard work to be done back home; things that you've probably never done before, but it's honest work. And in exchange for this hard work, I can provide you with a roof over your head, food and clothes. You can pay your debt off in work hours. And if you remember your life, or if someone finds you, we can deal with the money then. Ok?"

He gave a quick nod before cautiously asking, "What kind of work?"

Slade gave a snort before smiling, "Something that a pretty boy like you with those soft hands would never think of doing before."

The fifteen-mile ride from the St. John Hospital in Bunbury to Capel took less than half an hour. He rode in the backseat of Slade's large pickup truck, watching as the scenery seemed to change from mile to mile. Capel was a small town, 132 miles south of Perth, midway between Bunbury and Bussel. The small town with a population of 2,000 people was located right next to the Capel River. It was known as a farming town. As he looked over the small buildings, the one story wooden houses, the people slowly walking down the streets, he felt a strange feeling of belonging. Between looking at the small Christian Chapel and a market, he found himself closing his eyes and letting the warm breeze glide over his skin as his hand subconsciously wrapped around the pendant hanging from his neck. He fell into a light sleep.

Without him realizing it they turned into a long road and drove for a while till they finally stopped. Slade stepped out of the car to open the large iron gate at the front of the property. He came back to the car to drive through it, and then got out to close the gate behind them. They drove towards a one story wooden house that was right next to a medium sized pond. Slade parked the car right in front of it, before moving to the other side of the car to help Shado down and knock on the window, which the blonde had fallen asleep on. The blonde jolted awake before relaxing at the sight of Slade and…a farm.

"Home, sweet home," he said, grabbing their bags from the car.

"A farm? You have a farm?" he asked shocked. This was the last thing he expected when Slade said that he could pay his debt with work.

"Be careful with your leg," Shado said, watching as the young blonde moved out the car, and tried to steady himself with his crutches on the dirt driveway.

"You don't look like the kind of man that owns a farm," he said, not sure how to take it all in.

"What does it look like then, kid?" Slade asked him, challenging the young man.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound so rude. I just, I guess I could picture you being like a cop or a firefighter," he said, ashamed at making assumptions.

"Come on you two. We're all tired and I'm sure you would like to have a hot shower. And by the way, we need to find something to call you, unless you'd rather that I also call you 'Kid'," Shado teased with a small smile, opening the front door for them to walk inside the house. It was simple but very spacious, with the kitchen and family room being all in the same space. The house was rather large, with three bedrooms and two bathrooms according to Shado. There was a large porch that wrapped around the house, which was filled with chairs and a large white swing.

"I don't know. I've never had to choose a name before," he said, running a hand over his hair, something that felt strangely familiar to him.

"Then you better start thinking about one," Shado said with a warm smile, as she continued the house tour, "This is the guest bedroom. It's not much, but there is a sofa bed in there that is comfy. I will bring you clean sheets and some blankets. It tends to get chilly here at night. A few pillows also, you need something to keep your foot elevated." Slade came over and began removing a few boxes that were sitting on the sofa.

"Thank you. This is great," he said, not being able to thank them enough for their kindness.

"I will bring you some towels and some of Slade's clothes as well. We can go get something your size tomorrow, ok?" she said, leaving him behind to wonder how lucky he was to have been found by Slade and Shado.

It took him three days to finally pick a name. During those days he'd found himself marathoning an old sci-fi TV show called Stargate SG-1. By the end of it he had decided that he was going to be called Jack from now on, as the main character of the TV show, Jack O'Neill. The show felt familiar to him, like he had watched it before. And while he watched it he couldn't help the smile that tugged at him the entire time. It was like his body was reminding him of a happier time that revolved around this show. And strangely enough the TV-show seemed to bring to mind bright pink lipstick for some reason.

While his knee was healing, he helped Shado as much as he could with the domestic chores, even though he seemed to have no ability with them whatsoever. As time passed he learned more and more about the young couple that took him into their lives and their home. Slade Wilson was a 36-year-old, ex-military man that after being injured during a special mission, got discharged with honors. It was because of the injury that he met Dr. Shado Fei, a 32-year-old doctor that was helping him recover from his eye injury and how to adapt and reenter civilian life. They fell in love quickly, even though Slade's temper was something that made the relationship difficult from time to time. They got married after being together for two years. As he learned this he hadn't told them the strange fact that every time that Jack saw how her engagement ring sparkled in the morning light, something would tighten inside of his chest like there was something missing inside of him. First he thought he must have been going crazy, but when the feeling didn't fade he realized that it was something from the life he had lost.

"You ok there, Jack?" Shado asked him, as she chopped vegetables next to him. They were preparing dinner, roasted meat with potatoes and vegetables.

"Yeah. I guess that sometimes I just get lost in my own thoughts," he said with a shrug, as he peeled the potatoes.

"You know I noticed your accent. You're not Australian, or British. Maybe you're from the USA or Canada," she said, trying to distract him.

"Your accent isn't Australian," he said back, with a small smile.

"That's because I was born in Hong Kong. My father was Chinese and my mother American. So I learned English when I was very young and then I came to Australia to go to Medical School. After my parents passed away, I had no reason to go back to China anymore. Not soon after that, I met Slade, and you know the rest of the story," she said with a calm smile, mixing the chopped vegetables with seasonings in a large pan.

"So you think I should go to the embassy to see if anyone is looking for me?" he asked, not wanting to get his hopes up. He was getting comfortable here.

"We should try. Perth has both embassies. And it's only a two hour drive from here."

"And what should I say? 'Hey I am Jack Doe. I have no money, no documents, and no memory. Can you see if anyone matches me in your system?" he mused bitterly.

Shado paused and looked over at him, "Jack, if you feel like you're not ready, it's ok. You can take all the time you need."

It's like she was reading his mind. Sure he could go to the embassies, figure out who he was. But what if there was a reason he was so banged up and found on a beach. What if he was a bad person? He paused for a second before voicing his concerns, "What if I discover that I don't like who I was? What if I was a terrible person? I'm not sure I want to go back to a life that I hated. Maybe I'm not supposed to remember who I was. Maybe this is a chance for me to start over again. A second chance."

Shado began to stir the vegetables once more, "But what if you had a great life? A family that loves you? Friends and maybe someone special? Are you willing to take the risk at losing them out of fear?"

"I don't know," he said with a shaking voice, dumping the potatoes into a boiling pot.

"Jack, it's only about two weeks since your accident. You are still recovering from all of your injuries. You don't need to decide this right now, ok? But know that Slade and I will support you, whatever your decision may be, ok?"

"Ok."

Shado stayed with them day and night for the first week, but she was the town's main doctor, and soon she had to go back to her office; leaving him alone with Slade Wilson. Slade was a man of few words and he'd rather spend his time working than talking. And he intimidated Jack in every way possible. Slade worked hard on the wheat fields, always leaving before the sun rose and always coming back when it was setting. The property had belonged to Slade's late father, and after he left the military, he decided to keep the 'family business' running. The farm was not very large, like most of the other ones of Capel. It was run as a family business, and so Slade and only two other men working on the crops.

As Jack's knee got better and his mobility went back to normal he moved from domestic chores to working out on the fields. It took time and a lot of patience from Slade, but somehow Jack learned how to work on the wheat fields. Got pretty good in fact. As the months passed, the seasons changed, the crops grew and then it was harvest time. And not once had someone come looking for him. But on those nights he sat on the porch swing and stared at the night sky he still hoped that there was someone out there looking for him.

Six months after he first came to the farm, Jack was not just a worker of the farm anymore; he was also a good friend to Slade and Shado. He knew that his presence was not ideal for a newlywed couple, and so he had asked Slade if there was anyway they could convert part of the old barn as a place for him to stay. Slade laughed out loud and gave his shoulder a pat at the idea. A week later they were building a small cabin for Jack a little farther than the barn. It was a long project, but a few months later it was done. The quaint wooden cabin had a small kitchen adjacent to a living room that had a small gas fireplace. Next to the kitchen there was a small bathroom, with just the essentials. A small wooden staircase led to the mezzanine, where his bedroom was with a wooden double bed and a small dresser. The place was small but comfortable, very practical. In a way it represented the person that he had become after his 'accident' as Shado liked to say.

So now he worked on the farm, dirt covering his hands. Working on the crops became second nature to him. He got stronger and probably rougher around the edges. His body gained muscles that he didn't have before and his scars began to look less terrible. Anyway he had gotten used to them with time. He chopped off his longer blonde locks, leaving a very short cut and let his stubble grown. His hands that were once soft and smooth, as Slade loved to tease him about, now were calloused and rough, from hours of hard work. He soon became the complete opposite of the scared and broken person that he was when he first came to the farm. He took pride in his job and his new life style.

As the months turned into years, Jack was sure that there wasn't anyone out there looking for him. Capel became his home and Slade and Shado his family. Jack watched as the Wilson family grew, with the arrival of Alexander Zian Wilson, a little boy that had his mother's smile and kindness and his father's strength and temper. Jack found himself spending time with the young boy that constantly came to his cabin in search for entertainment.

No memories came back as the time passed, and in a way, he believed it was a curse and a blessing: a curse - because he would never know who he actually was, who were his parents, if he did have a family of his own – and a blessing – because he would never have to carry any guilt for whatever he had done previously to land himself on that beach, and now he could enjoy his life as it was. And every time he felt like he was alone or missing something, he would hold on tight to his arrow pendant, close his eyes and take a deep breath. Every single time, suddenly everything would feel lighter and happier. He felt like the small token brought with it a warmth and light that pushed all his fears and doubts away. Five years after he had almost died on that beach, not once had he taken the necklace of. He couldn't bear the thought of losing the only thing that grounded him when everything seem to fade away. It was the only thing that still kept him close to the person he was before. It was his last piece of home.

Jack was practically glistening in the sun, his body covered in sweat. The scars that marked his tanned skin were visible all over his chest, abs and back as his plaid blue shirt lay on a porch chair. His arms moved the axe up and then down towards the piece of wood, chopping it in one blow, splitting it in two halves. He watched as the dirt flew up through the air as they fell to the ground, a reminder of the screeching tires that left a cloud of dirt in their wake and the very angry woman that had just left his front step. Helena Bertinelli was a storm that came fast and left a path of destruction in Jack's life. A gorgeous 26-year-old, brunette with big blue eyes and legs to die for. She was also the 'beauty queen' of the town and the Mayor's daughter. She and Jack had an on and off relationship for the past few months. For him it was casual sex and for her, well, let's just say she was already picking their future kid's names. No matter how many times he tried to tell her that he wasn't looking for anything serious – after all, the entire town knew about his story and how he didn't actually know who he was – and so, a long term relationship was the last thing he wanted. If she wanted to have a great time in bed, he was there for her, but if she wanted romance he was not interested. He had the same issue with McKenna Hall, the young deputy who happened to be the Sheriff's daughter; which ended up being a pain in his ass as the man seemed to live to torture Jack for 'breaking' his little girls heart.

"Is that Helena Bertenelli that I saw speeding out of here?" Slade asked, coming up the stone path and walking towards Jack.

"Yup," Jack said, chopping another piece of wood in half.

Slade shook his head, "That lady is crazy. I told you to stay away from her. Didn't I?"

"Yes, dad," he replied sarcastically, pushing the halves of the wood to the ground when they didn't topple over.

"Jack, can you at least try to date a woman that doesn't have the power to make your life miserable after you guys are done? I mean, your truck has so many tickets that it makes more sense to leave it parked here instead of using it. Now if I were you, I would get ready to have your truck keyed and your tires slashed," Slade warned in a slightly amused tone.

"You know me, Slade. I am always honest with them; they all know I am not looking for commitment. It's not my fault that they keep deluding themselves, thinking I am going to change my mind; that they are different from the other girls before them. I've always made myself clear," Jack said as he placed the ax down and moved to grab a beer from a small cooler on the front porch. Slade followed him as he sat on one of the porch chairs and drank his beer.

"Maybe you should try this scheme in a city where everyone doesn't know everyone else's business. It's a really small town, Jack. You know that people talk," Slade said as he grabbed a beer from the cooler.

"Damn those gossip loving old ladies," he replied with a chuckle.

"You know kid, I'm not getting any younger here. One day Alex will be an adult. And he will have his own family and I will sit on that porch along with Shado, with my wrinkles and grey hairs, watching our grandchildren play and grow. I will know that I lived a long and fulfilling life. But I fear that you will always be held back by something that never was," Slade said, sitting next to him, a worried look on his face.

"Are you trying to say you want me to move out?" Jack asked with a smirk, trying to change the subject.

"You know that's not what I mean. It's been five years, Jack. Not once have you tried to go and find who you are."

"I know who I am," he bit back as he held his beer in clenched hands. They hadn't had this talk in a while.

"Who you really are? Who are your parents? What's your last name? Where were you born? Who are the people that love you and are waiting for you to go back, to whatever place you came from? I love you like a brother, kid; but you need to find out who you really are."

"Slade, nobody came looking for me in all these years. Maybe there's no one out there that actually misses me. I'm happy here. I like my work. I love my home. I love being here with you, Shado and Alex. You guys are my family. I don't need anything else," he calmly said as he relaxed his hands and took another sip of his beer.

"Are you sure? Because I'm pretty sure that you can't move on because of that damn necklace of yours," Slade reasoned as he pointed to the pendant resting on his naked chest.

Jack's hand automatically came up to touch the arrow, "I have no idea what you are talking about."

"I think whoever gave you this, was a very special person; special enough that you still hold on to it years after what happened to you. Someone that was special enough to make you hold on to it even without your memories," Slade explained.

"This is the only thing that I have left of who I was. No matter how many times I've thought about taking it off, getting rid of it, I just can't," he whispered, running his hand over the still sharp edges of the arrow.

Slade gave his shoulder a squeeze, "Kid, if you really don't want to find out who you are or where you came from, it's your choice. But you need to start living the life that you chose. You can't spend the rest of your life alone, waiting for something or someone that you don't even know. You need to let people in. If you want to let go of your past, you need to let go of this woman that's still holding you back. You can't keep on living like this."

He walked into the small apartment, a mix of colors and textures, all bright oranges and electric blues, soft lavender and velvet mint. It smelled like freesias and the breeze from an open window somewhere touched his face, warm and delicate, caressing his skin. It was all too familiar and foreign at the same time. He walked through the mixed colors, from one room to another, till he reached the last door. He gently turned the doorknob and opened the door. Inside the room lay a wild field, the sun was shining and he could see a large oak tree and an iron double bed in the middle of the flowery meadow.

He walked through the long grass, between the purple, white and yellow flowers.

On the iron bed laid a woman with pale milky skin, dressed in a white long silk dress, blonde curly hair falling down past her waist; a flower crown on her head. He couldn't see her face like it often happened in dreams but he couldn't stop his feet from bringing him to her. Once he got close to her his feet felt like lead, he couldn't get any closer. He fought and fought, but there was no use, he just couldn´t move.

So he watched her from a small distance as she lay in the sun, smiling, as the sunlight seemed to make her skin glow. She looked peaceful and happy. Perfect.

"I thought you had forgotten all about me," she said softly, her voice ringing like a soft melody in his ears, like he knew it from somewhere; but he just couldn't remember where.

"I could never forget you," he whispered, mesmerized by the sight of the gorgeous woman. He knew her. He could feel it deep inside of himself.

"It's been a very long time since you last thought about me. I was afraid that you were going to let me go. That you had forgotten me forever," she murmured, looking down, so that her hair kept blocking his view of her face.

"Let you go?" he asked, confused.

"That you were going to let it go," she said, pointing to his arrow pendant without looking up.

"I know you. I know I do. I just can't remember from where," he said, his answer bringing a smile to her face. Her long bangs were covering her eyes, but he finally could see her smile. Her smile was so bright, it took his breath away and it made his heart beat faster against his chest. She was everything. She was what he was looking for.

"You do know me," she said, moving her delicate hands over the meadow flowers that were growing all around the iron bed.

"Where? Tell me where can I find you?" he begged.

"I will always be in here," she answered, pointing to his chest, right where his own heart was beating a samba.

"Please, don´t leave me!" he shouted, as she got up from the bed, walking slowly away from it.

"You were the one that chose to leave me. To not come back to me. I am here. Waiting for you," she said, her back still turned to him.

"I don't want you to leave. Take me with you. I will go anywhere, I will do anything for you, just don't leave me alone," he shouted, trying to fight whatever force was keeping him in place. But the more he tried to get out of his confinement the more stuck he became.

She turned her head to the side, her hair falling down over her face, "I will never leave you alone. But you need to fight for me. You can't let me go."

"I will fight!" he shouted, "I promise you I will!"

"I know you will. That's one of the things that I most love about you," she said with a smile as she began walking away.

"No! No! Please, stay with me!" he yelled as he reached out to her.

"I am with you, Oliver. I never left. Come find me, I am waiting for you," she said, her voice somehow ringing out clearly in the meadow. He watched her move through the tall grass and flowers until she was too far away for his screams to reach her.

Jack shot up in his bed; his chest covered in sweat, his breathing heavy and his hands shaking. It was all a dream. The same dream, all over again. The dream about her. Deep down he knew that he knew her. He knew her like he knew himself; she was the one behind the arrow. He pushed the covers aside and took a long steadying breath. For the past few months he had been having the same dream, always with the mysterious blonde girl, always where she would walk away from him and always where he never got to chase her down and figure out who she was.

He never saw her face or her eyes; it was always her smile. He knew that those dreams had a deeper meaning to them because this woman was different, this woman was special…this woman was everything.

He knew now why he could never let go of the arrow pendant, he knew she was the reason behind it, he knew she was the one that was waiting for him somewhere. She was the reason why he couldn't let go and try to find a life here, even after all those years. He couldn't let go because he knew that deep down she also couldn't. She was waiting for him somewhere. But how could he find her? Was she even real? Was any of that real? Or was he so closed off that his mind had created her as a way to justify his lack of desire to create bonds with the women that he had dated over the years. But what about what she called him? She had whispered a name, something that felt strange, something he felt like he knew: Oliver.

Maybe it was time for him to find out the truth. Maybe it was time for him to search for his real home. Maybe it was time for him to search for her.

A/N: Hello there! Thank you all for reading and all the support!

I promise this story will have a happy ending, ok? Our favorite couple will soon be in the same city again.

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PoisonAngelMuse