frederic.
“Ariel is your choice of partner when I leave? Interesting… You’ll win them all back next year. People are fickle, believe me. They’ll be a new, bigger drama and they’ll forget all about your little tiff. I know it’ll be rough, love, but think of it like this. It’ll be a true test of how strong we really are! Being realistic, we won’t be able to spend every living moment of our lives together anyway so it might be best we start getting used to the idea now. Nothing stays like school forever, ma chère. Bits and pieces… Ange, we only missed breakfast together. Are you trying to steal the dramatic role away from me, hm?”
“The only partner who could come close to you, yes. Why’s that interesting? We’re basically family, Ari and I... seeing as our men slash future husbands are cousins and all. Maybe you’re onto something, although I do think you carry far too much faith in me — though I certainly don’t mind — and fail to realise I’m not you or Rora. No one paid me any mind before you and I got together. That ‘little tiff’ killed my reputation. I thought the tabloids would be over it by now, but just this morning I was, yet again, compared to Clara. Once you leave, that’s all I’ll be known for. But I don’t need a test to see how strong we are, I already know! Nothing in this wicked world could ever tear me away from you, not time, distance, or Merlin himself. But you’re right. The closer we get to adulthood, the more reality sets in. Today it’s breakfast. By this time next week, it’ll be half the day. Me? Steal the dramatic role away from the drama king himself? I think not. I’m just sad. I love you, I don’t want to face the fact that this is how things will be all year next term. Picturing you off, traveling and doing refined adult things while I’ll be stuck here with my nose in schoolbooks depresses me.”
