Most of the time Charlie's happy with his life. He had been living in a chocolate factory since he was a boy and he did enjoy it. But Charlie was no longer young, no longer naïve. He knew that no matter what Mr. Wonka said about eating chocolate was like being in love, it did not equate to real love.
Charlie was beginning to realize how much responsibility he had. The running of the factory was soon going to be up to him. Charlie loved a challenge, but he wasn't sure if he was ready to spend so much time devoted to the factory.
But it was what he chose, and he didn't want to disappoint Mr. Wonka.
He tried to forget the nights where he crept out of bed and watched the world go by from the tiny windows. In some ways, he envied the people outside. There was an invisible barrier separating them, they were normal, and he was… not.
Sometimes Charlie hated how he lived. He could never invite anyone over for tea; he could never go down to the movies with his friends. And even when he had just moved into the factory, he was aware that he was different. He put up a shield around himself and never let anyone get too close. He had friends, sure, but even though he had known them for years, they didn't really know him.
He had a girlfriend once. It was nice for a while. She kept him company and he tried to spend time with her. But Mr. Wonka didn't like him spending so much time out of the factory so he broke up with her.
He didn't want to disappoint Mr. Wonka.
It was too late to turn back and there was no point worrying about the future. He already knew that he would never leave Mr. Wonka. How could he, when Mr. Wonka had trusted him?He didn't want to disappoint Mr. Wonka.
Author's notes – Just a quick drabble. Constructive criticism very welcome!