“I'm trying to tell you I love you.” [i love this meme set too much i'm sorry]
Oh boy there it was. Of course he hoped she would return his feelings- yet fearing to put a word to them, to that perspiring warmth through his skin, to the cold he felt in-between his fingers when touching her own radiant self. As if he was incomplete without her, was she her own complete person. What kind of lovestruck boy would wish ignorance? Well, the boy that was also the most wanted thief of Paris. So was she not supposed to return his feelings, for he was a criminal, and she was all innocence in that fragile-looking, but unbreakable body. Long story short: he did not know what to answer. For once, he missed the words to tell her how he felt, and settled for a weak ‘me too’ at first. Come on, Phantom R, you can do better! He took her hand gently. Kept her index finger close to his, as one would pass on it an invisible ring. That was better.
“Je… Je t’aime aussi. I love you too…”
