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I could've sworn breakfast was the most awkward situation I've ever been in. Willy had grocery bags under his eyes, his complexion looked sullen. Those amethysts were a murky grayish purple today.

"So how was your little excursion last night, Riley?" My father broke the silence; a smug smirk towards Willy was hidden behind those blue eyes.

"It was nice, Grace got stoned and I sang a couple songs…" I shrugged awkwardly, not knowing what to say. "We had fun."

"That's nice. Were you doing anything…yah know…" he munched on his muffin.

"Jerome did spill his vodka on my top and I had to take it off…so the rest of the night I danced in my bra. It reminded me of the time you brought me in that hooker bar and all the male strippers were dancing for me, like the real version of Magic Mike, which I plan on going to see by the way." Willy pushed his food around for a few more minutes before standing, turning on his heel and left.

WILLY P.O.V.

I didn't know whether to be angry or hurt. Tears pricked in my eyes, blurring my vision. So instead of trying to keep my façade together, I let my walls crumble. I've never had so much difficulty making ideas, yet she made me this way. So I sat in my office chair, head in my hands, sobbing. Maybe I am a little pathetic.

The door creaked open, signaling someone had walked in. It wasn't who I wanted it to be, instead of Riley was an Oompa Loompa. He told me that someone's been stealing more of my recipes. I needed to get to the bottom of this now.

RILEY P.O.V.

I wanted to go to him. Tell him I missed him and hold him tight, like I'd never let go. But the fear of us splitting up again was too much to ignore.

So I looked for comfort from the worse person possible, my father. He ranted and slandered Willy every chance he got.

It hurt at first; waking up every morning remembering the person you loved more than life itself was no longer yours.

"I think we should just leave Britain and go home!" Dad said, Willy walking through the door the same time. Willy's face went green; he yanked the back open and bolted out the door before I could catch him.

"Thanks, we'll talk about that later, okay?" I sent Dad a smoldering glare, running after Willy.

Something caught my eye as I ran, so I did what anyone else would've done and stopped to pick it up. It was a lavender colored envelope. It had my name written on it in neat cursive, which I could only assume was Willy's.

I opened it up:

Dear Riley;

I'm so sorry for everything I told you; my only regret is that I made you hate me. I want you back, my concentration is so confused, focused on you and then trying to on candy-making. You're the only anchor I have to keep from going too far up, please just consider it, please. I love you more than anything in the world, even the candy, the factory, the Oompa Loompas, and even my own heir. I'm only asking for your forgiveness, if you wish to be someone else's, I'll try to accept it as much as possible. Just forgive me for the things I said, I didn't mean any of it

Love, Willy Wonka

I pressed my back against the wall, and slid down until I was in a fetal position. Charlie sat beside me and hugged me, watching his older cousin cry like she did when she had her first heart break.

"He's in the Inventing Room; he misses you, so go to him. He needs you, Riley. He hasn't been the same since you two fought." He murmured, squeezing me tighter.

"I can't. You don't understand. I just CAN'T!" I raised my voice, standing and running away. Leaving Charlie there was like leaving Annabelle in a large, ice cold swimming pool to drown.

'He doesn't mean it. He just wants you so he can focus on his precious chocolates again!' My conscience wanted to make damn sure I wouldn't go crawling back to him.

I packed my belongings in my suit case, glancing at the clock and the two double doors that belonged only to the infamous chocolatier himself. His bedroom seemed so empty, so uninviting now. Dad had told me he was bringing me home for good in two days; I had no choice but to agree.

I started feeling like a burden to my relatives when I turned 13. Ever since then, I'd come home feeling guilty and sullen. Now, my dad was FORCING me to come home with him.

Only when I heard the sound of someone clearing their throat, did I turn to see Willy leaning against the wall, the brim of his hat hiding his face.

"So I had guessed right, yer leaving…" He managed to choke out, voice barely above a whisper on the last word. "How could you?"

"…" I stayed silent, letting him know I didn't want to talk about it. He placed a small, velvet box next to me before walking out the door.

My heart dropped, the sense of dread taking over my body as I reached slowly for the present. It was the Candied Earrings he'd made for me.

"Willy, I'm so sorry…" A single tear plopped onto the velvet box. I held onto it for the rest of the night, even at dinner when he didn't show up. That night, I fell asleep with it in my hands, never letting go.

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