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He took solace in her scent, relief in her warmth, and later, Ollie would admit that he became lost in Nona's embrace. His tense shoulders finally relaxed, his head stopped spinning, and his heart, which had be pounding so profusely and so painfully, finally ebbed to a soft patter. Resting his face in her neck, he breathed in. How he had longed to touch her silken skin, to press his face against her and ease this ache within him.

And he wished, so very desperately, that this, this feeling, could be frozen forever. Before her words set in, before his despairing anger roused what logic was left in him, before she returned to her relentless rebuking of him.. how idyllic, it would be, for everything to be as simple as how her touch felt. But it could never be that easy, could it? It would never be... Nona Pepper would never be simple.

So, it was with an agonizing slowness that he raised his head, and opened his eyes. His grip on her arms loosened to clutch the sides of her face tightly. Her tears, while they displeased him, oddly felt comforting. Perhaps because they signified something within her was torn as much as he felt? Ollie was not sure, but they made him feel less insane.

He brushed what tears he could away with his thumbs as a sad, defeated smile played on his lips.

"You talk like there will never be a future between us." Oliver's head tilted slightly to the side, very much bleak. "Do you hate me that much?" He didn't know. He wished it did, he wished he could read her mind, he wished she would share every little thought she had with him, but then, he supposed, this, this thing that had grown and taken a tight hold between them, wouldn't be what it was today if that were the case.

He had dated, yes, before and after Nona, but Ollie would rather pathetically admit that he had never found himself as challenged, enticed, or enthralled with any other woman as the witch in his grasp. Italian girls with italian names and their easily understandable ways; what was love if nothing felt important enough to bother with?

"You are the only one, the only one that has ever---" he began to mutter, voicing his thoughts aloud. But quickly, as if breaking from a trance, he snapped back. "It matters because I won't stop fighting for something here, now, if it still exists. I wish you had told me, Nona, I wish you would tell me because I want to trust you, I want to see you and feel happy not, this-- this--" Ollie's brow contorted as he struggled to describe how he felt when she wasn't with him. It was similar, he realized, to how he felt when he was with her, but only because it felt like things had become so difficult. "--- not feel this pain of not knowing what I had done, what I could have possibly done to drive you away---"

His grip on her tightened further, as Ollie not felt frenzied with her in his grasp. He would loose her soon, he was sure, and most likely only had a few honest moments left. "We should be together, Nona, I want to be together. Nona---" he repeated her name now, more than ever, hoping it would help anchor her to how deeply he felt for her. "I want you Nona, even if it means that things won't be easy. Life is never easy, this wouldn't be worthwhile if it was easy, don't you--" Ollie hesitated for a moment, his instilled courage finally beginning to deplete.

"Don't you agree?"