Limits of Perfection

Chapter 6:

Perfect Words

Author's note: Okay…you know the drill. I don't own Phoenix Wright games or characters…and if I did, I'd be swimming in my own pool of money (which would be shaped like a dollar bill!)

To all my reviewers!

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AND NOW...TO THE STORY!!

I can't find the words
Can't get out the phrases
Just when she needed love
I can't sing her praises
Where do the words go
When I am before her?
Oh, if I could show what I feel in my heart
I'd implore her
I adore her!
I'd die for her!
But...I can't find the words...

-"The Words" from Anne of Green Gable

It was a little while after she left the bathroom, that Miles Edgeworth promised himself that he would find the man who had done this to her, and have his own revenge. He hated this. He hated the fact that all he could do was sit here and wait until Franziska could recover her memory. Day after day kept going by and Miles felt...helpless. He felt helpless to the point of depression. Miles felt as if he was slowly teetering over the edge of a bottomless pit of dispair that held...this. This was his personal hell. Granted, he caused this. He brought this on himself. It was due to his own foolish pride that Franziska was in this state, and he knew he would never forgive himself. But he wanted to help...he wanted to try and get Franziska to remember who he was...to remember everything that had happened in her life...but he just couldn't...he couldn't find the right words to say. Phoenix tried to get Miles to talk about it, yes, but Miles just couldn't word his feelings. For once, the man of eloquent speech was tongue tied. He hated not being able to express the way he felt...the way his heart continued to break each time he realized that Franziska did not remember anyone, anything...or even him. Franziska...she was always there. No matter what...he could count on her in some way. She may have claimed that she hated him...but no matter what sort of horrible experience he had, or what sort of day he went through, there was Franziska...always there for him. Now...Edgeworth would have rather gone through a thousand earthquakes while sitting in an elevator...just to get Franziska back...the old Franziska von Karma back...

She was curled up on the couch, watching television. That was how Miles Edgeworth found Franziska, once he had left the bathroom, some several hours later. Though he was still distraught over the fact that she still did not remember him, he couldn't help but smile at seeing the blue-haired woman so absorbed in the program that she didn't notice his presence. He couldn't tell what it was...his cable satellite picked up every channel known to man, and several known to monkeys, beluga whales, and dingos...so it was no surprise to find that she was watching a show in German. For the life of him, he couldn't remember much of the language...though he had lived there for so long. Without another thought, Edgeworth walked over and attempted to sit down next to Franziska. She didn't offer any resistance to him. In fact, once he had been settled down comfortably on the couch, Franziska positioned herself so that her head rested on his lap. There was nothing else thought about the movement...at least...by the German woman. She continued to watch...whatever it was that she was watching...happily absorbed in the storyline. Edgeworth, however, was a different story. He wasn't used to this sort of..."affection" by Franziska. In many of his dreams, he wished for a very similar scenario...but never in his heart did he believe it could ever happen...

Then again, Miles figured such a display did not really count...
This wasn't really the Franziska von Karma he knew...
More like...the shell that she had become...

Still, the two of them sat in the living room, staring in the general direction of the television set. Franziska, so absorbed in the plot of the movie, kept completely silent throughout its entirety. Miles, on the other hand, never took his eyes off of a blank spot over the television, inwardly begging that the movie would continue to drag on so that the two of them could spend more time together this way. As the credits rolled onto the screen, Franziska began to stretch slightly...and by the time the logo of the film company had faded, leaving the screen completely pitch black, she had sat up on the couch. The blue-haired prosecutor was in between standing up and sitting down, when Miles grabbed her wrist and made her freeze completely. She turned towards him, and their gazes locked. Time suddenly felt as though it was frozen. Miles felt his face flush a deep shade of red. He wasn't quite sure where he had wanted to go with the simple tug, but he knew where it was headed. Franziska heard her heart pounding in her ears. Although she knew where this was going, there was a strong part of her that was attempting her to force herself away from him. 'But why?' She had found that, these emotions that she was never sure of in the first place, were useless to hide. And it was...odd... Franziska wondered to herself, within the next few seconds, why she was trying so hard to destroy emotions that were so very strong. She wondered why she felt this way...about this man who took care of her every day without complaint...who would not tell her his name, knowing it might upset the process of gaining her memory. There were indeed feelings locked up, this she knew...but for the life of her, Franziska couldn't understand why such feelings seemed to be so tightly guarded. And suddenly, as she was pondering this, she noticed how close their faces were to each other. When his breath washed over her face, a panic alarm seemed to go off in her head, and her mind uselessly tried to get her to pull away. She would not. If these feelings really existed towards Miles...wouldn't it be her duty, no matter how lost her memory was, to find out if they were true?

'MILES?'

Was that his name? Somehow, it seemed so right...But if she said it...would he automatically assume that she remembered who he was...what he meant to her? She didn't...she knew he was important to her...that was for sure...but she still did not know how Miles fit into any sort of memory in her mind...And as her head, heart, and soul wrestled with this conflict, Miles Edgeworth captured her lips in a tender kiss...and then she knew.