Chapter 20
Very slowly, she was starting to share.
He'd noticed it the moment it happened. He hadn't mentioned it. Had never pointed it out, because he also knew that would have a reverse effect.
And he loved it. Oz, he loved her.
She had started volunteering stories, she smiled more often, laughed out loud. She whispered confessions of love even, sometimes. When it was dark and she thought he was sleeping.
She was changing, if only a little. And for the better.
She was lighter and less bitter. She looked better, too. Healthier and happier.
He hadn't thought it possible to be more enamored with her but he was.
He stared at her in awe sometimes, struck by her beauty every time she entered a room.
Like tonight.
She'd come out of the bathroom, her hair down and around her waist. She wore his shirt and her legs were bare. She'd grimaced as a muscle in her leg twitched and cursed as it made her tipple over, straight onto the bed.
He'd stared at her, just stared at her and knew he wanted to be with her always.
He hadn't said anything because it would make her nervous, have her run from his declarations of love and loyalty with protestations of danger and Glinda. It would make that frown that he hated so much appear on her face and she'd try to explain to him, again, why this was wrong and why it couldn't last.
He knew all that, though. He could list all of those reasons and not just because she'd recited them so often.
But he didn't care.
He didn't care.
He wanted her, he loved her. And he wanted them to be together forever. Forever.
Why could they not just make it happen?
Why could they not make it last?
A/N I know. Short. Awfully short. But these moments...they're fleeting, and that's how I want the chapters to be. However, because I hate short chapters as much as you do, I will post the next one tomorrow to make up for it :)