Ach. I'm at such a loss.
A complete and utter loss.
Only a few nights ago did I realize that I was in love with Fraülein Detective, and yet everrytime I saw her after this epiphany, could I get any words out? No. None at all. And if they were, they were blabbers in German.
Daryan called me a failure at romance.
Me.
Klavier Gavin.
Amazing prosecutor and rock god.
Me.
Glimmerous fop and Womanizer.
Me.
But, what could I do? I said later to Herr Wright, as I asked him for advice. He had said those words not too long ago to Fraülein Maya.
Ich liebe dich.
I love you.
Herr Wright told me to talk to the person who knows her best. Her own sister, Fraülein Skye.
"Achtung, Herr Wright! Surely you mean Lana, mein boss!" I shouted.
"Of course I mean Lana, Mr. Gavin. Who else would know her better? Surely not you." He said calmly.
Ach. He was right on that. So sure enough, the next day, I decided to see Fraulein Skye at the High Prosecutors' Office, bright and early.
"Hello, Mr. Gavin, what can I help you with? You said it was an emergency?" Lana said calmly, adjusting the red muffler around her neck. I slammed my hands on her desk, causing her to jump.
"Ja, Fraülein Skye! I...Your sister, Ema...she is...mein liebe. I love her, Fraülein Skye, and I...well, I just don't know how to let her know! I think she should just figure it out honestly."
Then, I became confused. Not because Lana got up. Not because she walked over and stoof in front of me, but because she said this.
"I can help Klavier. I can help. In song."
And then sure enough, as she had said, Fraülein Skye began to sing.
"It's not enough to take the one you love for granted
You must remind her or she'll be inclined to say
"How do I know he loves me?
How do I know he's mine?"
Well does he leave a little note to tell you, you are on his mind?
Send you yellow flowers when the sky is grey?
He'll find a new way to show you a little bit every day
That's how you know..
That's how you know he's in love!" She sang with a bright, uncharacteristic smile on her face. I took a few steps back.
"E-Er, Fraülein Skye, that's not what I-"
And she continued.
"Well does he take you out dancing just so he can hold you close?
Dedicate a song with words meant just for you?
He'll find his own way to tell you with the little things he'll do
That's how you know...
That's how you know he's your love
He's your love
That's how you know he loves you
That's how you know it's true!"
And suddenly, listening to those lyrics Fraülein Skye had just sung to me, I had another epiphany. Another grand revelation, and I knew just what I needed to do in order for Fraülein Detective to know that she was mein liebe.
I thanked her and turned on my heel to find paper, yellow flowers, and mein guitar. I had music to compose.