Reader's POV
Life in Paris has almost become second nature, almost. School seems to be getting a good grip on me, I'm finally improving in French with Marinette and Ms. Bustier's help. The hallways were filled with students holding pink, red and white envelopes filled with letters to their valentines. Speaking of which, I've been bugging Marinette for the longest time to not chicken out on her promise. She said that she'll confess her feelings to Adrien today....I bet you dollars to freaking DONUTS she forgot tomorrow was Valentine's Day. Nonetheless, during our free period before the final bell, I catch her working on a card for him. Mari's really creative. I mean extremely creative. I bet we're on par with it if we'd ever just draw whatever we think of. Her card was a pink and white folded heart with a.....I shouldn't say long-winded confession, more like heart-felt to me from what I could translate.
Dearest Adrien,
For these past few years, I've been by your side
As I look into your vast green eyes
Talking with you after class
Working on projects, movies, among other things
All while what words leave my lips
Among the stutters and freezes
I hope in my mind
Will eventually make the pass
Your long blonde hair
Kind and reserved
In my heart, hopes this letter seems fair
To confess the way I feel
Without making a big deal
Even if you don't feel this way
My only desire is to say
Three simple love desired words
Adrien Agreste,
Though my body sees no rest at your presence, please know
I love you, not just on this day
But all
With Love,
Marinette Dupain-Cheng
'And this girl said she doesn't understand poetry? HA! Even more, how the HELL did I just translate all that!? Guess the tutoring is really paying off.' I thought
"Do you think he'll like it?" She asked
"Hm?"
"The poem, I-I mean.....I've never written one till today. Is it good?"
"I can't make that decision; it all comes down to the author."
"Just....at least look it, over will you?"
"Sure."
I gave her poem my once-over.
"In my opinion, it seems really well thought out and meaningful. If he doesn't like it, then he's the dumbest cousin ever." I chuckled
Marinette laughed.
"Thanks (Reader.)"
"And you said you didn't understand poetry." I smirked
"Oh-....s-s-so w-what if I gave it a shot?"
"I think it suits you, with work you'd make a good poet. Fashion designer-poet, Marinette Dupain-Cheng; quite the pair."
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You're Not The Only One
General FictionWhen your parents die in a car crash, you're lost and stricken with grief. Taken in by a distant cousin and their family, you start your new life in Paris. Will this new family, and possibly new friends help you through this unimaginably rough tim...
