Short chapter and the ending. It's pretty sappy but what the heck. Hope you don't hate it! (And the line thing isn't working...)

Chapter 8:

Sighing, Clara placed the Loompa land book on the floor beside her. Glancing at her watch she noticed that it was two in the morning and she wasn't the least bit tired. So much was swimming around in her head she probably couldn't get to sleep even if she hadn't slept for a week.

She decided to go for a walk, and sooner or later her subconscious had led her to the chocolate room's secret back door. She loved that room and was happy to get inside of it. Somehow, it calmed her nerves with the sound of rushing water in the background.

As she wandered around she heard a soft voice, it sounded like humming. She quickly hid behind a tree and looked around. Her gaze wandered to Mr. Wonka who was walking along the edge of the river with a lollipop in his hand. He was singing a song, quietly at first and then continuing to get louder.

"Come with me, and you'll be, in a world of pure imagination…" he continued to sing whilst gliding along the shore. Clara sighed, how could she have not kissed this man?

Her problems from before were interfering with what she wanted to do. Trusting a man was something that she swore never to do again, yet she felt herself falling once more. She needed to get away from her past, stop worrying about the future, and just live in the moment.

Without thinking Clara stepped out and began to walk up to Will who still hadn't noticed her. She listened to his singing until the song came to an end, and as she was about to tap him on the shoulder he turned around. Stunned to see Clara standing there he almost toppled over into the river.

Clara smiled and reached out to caress his cheek, Will stood still, not sure what to do. Last time he had gone further Clara had ran away in tears.

"It's ok." Clara told him, taking his hand and placing it onto her hip, "I just needed time to think. I trust you Will."

"But before.." Will began, Clara cutting him off.

"Before I was living in the past. I am ready to move on, and trusting you is the first step."

Will smiled and moved his other hand to stroke her hair, pulling her closer to him. Clara melted, she had been waiting for what seemed like forever to be in his arms. And that is when she knew that it was right. Everything felt right.

"I love you." She whispered, patting down his frizzy hair with a grin.

"And I love you." Will responded. He might not know what love was, but he had no other words to describe how he felt at that moment. For the first time in a long time he was content, and truly happy.

The both leaned in towards each other and kissed, a tiny peck on the lips. Then Clara wrapped her arms around Will's neck and pulled herself even closer to him yet. Placing a kiss full of passion onto his lips. Will returned that kiss and wrapped both of his arms around her waist.

And at that exact moment the train strike ended. All trains would be operational the next day and Clara would be free to go home. Yet, Clara never did go home. She had found true happiness right where she was. In the arms of Mr. Willy Wonka.