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  • Writer's pictureMelissa McTernan

The Shape of Oliver Wright: Part 8

A woman stood at the railing, overlooking the view of the city below. Oliver was sure there must be noise rising up from the street, and there must have been some type of weather happening, and the sun was probably setting, but he could see nothing but her. His breath caught in his throat.

It had been months since he’d seen her, months since he stopped sending her letters. He didn’t know if she’d even read them. He should go; he’d promised her after all. But his feet refused to move.

The last part is here! Will Oliver and Emma get their happy ending...(probably!).

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