This is the translation of my french work Megamind x Roxanne - Le Livre. As my mother tongue is French and not English, please let me know if there is any mistake.
My hand slips in the veil of the night with a rustling of crumpling. The paper of our story's pages are crumbling, for the ink I have etched was nothing but impure to these sheets of paper of an incomparable white. The violence of a blue which was trying to hide behind other clearer shades was only eating away at the paper by its corrosive mixture.
Thus my lies hurt your heart, and mine broke. Unworthy, the one who thought he could escape the reality, he suffers the consequences. From your fading smile, there is only a drip left. The rain ruins the clumsy work and drowns my vain hopes. Your shoulders are drifting away, like a final goodbye leaving me to my mistakes.
So I turn and go back to the obscurity that suits me so well.
