It's a one-day break, but I'm doing my best. One more hell week until summer break!!
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FOUR
This profile... It's perfect. Her life is an example of perfection, that is why we should be together...
Always...
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"I remember you told me once, that I should find the reason why I stand in court..." she fought the sleep from entering and taking over her body, leaning on him.
"Did you find you answer?" he asked.
"I didn't understand what you meant at all... But little by little, you made me understand."
"What do you mean?" he turned to her.
"I envied the look in your eyes... It was always as if you were after something, and it wasn't perfection... unlike me."
Miles placed an arm around her shoulders and held her closer.
"You foolishly proved to me that perfection isn't the only way to be happy..." she muttered.
"I... see."
"But you know what Miles Edgeworth? I don't know how else I can be happy. Trying to be perfect was all I knew how to do, and all I could do... That's why I envied you... That's why I hated you... And..."
He had a sorry look in his eyes.
"...That's why I loved you all these years."
He was quite stunned at her sudden confession, and he felt like his heart was going to burst.
"Do you remember everything?"
"Most... It's only the most important things that I have to work harder to recall."
"What is it?"
"The real reason why I came here, and ended up here in London."
"I won't leave you." He pulled her into a tight embrace, still uneasy, blushing since he wasn't accustomed to such intimacy.
"Thank you... Miles Edgeworth." Franziska's normal tone of speaking was beginning to come back, as she rested her chin on his shoulder, and dozed off, surrendering to sleep.
Miles smiled to himself hearing that slightly smug tone of voice in her.
He thoughtfully lifted her up, keeping the flanelle blanket wrapped around her cold body. He waltzed in to the nearest bedroom and comfortably set her on the bed.
He placed the covers over her body and closed the curtains. He whispered 'good night' to her in that language they shared, and kissed her forehead. He closed the door gently as he exited.
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"So, she remembers everything?" Adrian popped a potato chip into her mouth, as she scribbled down on her little notepad, talking over the IM messenger's video call.
"Apparently. She's beginning to talk 'normally' now." Miles smiled, crossing his arms.
"Oh! That's wonderful Mr. Edgeworth!!!" She squealed.
"Her use of the word, 'fool' hasn't been too frequent yet, but she's speaking seriously at least."
He glanced at the wall clock- 7:30 AM
"Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?" he arched an eyebrow.
"I couldn't! Thinking Franziska still doesn't remember her best friend drives me nuts!"
"I'll let her speak to you after you sleep, don't worry." He assured her.
"Oh splendid, Mr. Edgeworth!" Adrian's bright smile made its way across her face once again.
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Later:
Miles glanced at the clock again- 9:30. He had finished his English breakfast and decided to check up on Franziska.
He knocked on the door and thought she was still asleep since there was no response.
He entered the room quietly, not finding her on the unmade bed. He figured she must be still in the bathroom, hearing the sound of water going down the tub drain.
Before he turned to go out, Franziska stepped out, dripping, delicately wrapped in her towel, smelling like sweet pea flowers and strawberries.
When their eyes met and when they noticed each other's existence, Miles quickly turned back from her, trying to hide his dissonant state.
"Sorry... The door was open. I thought of waking you up for breakfast..." he spouted, trying to hide the shaking of his voice.
"You... wouldn't have something I could change into... right?" she blushed, remembering she barged in on him last night in her silk nightdress.
"I... have some things of yours in my suitcase... I'll come back with them." He was reaching his limits. She looked undeniably attractive and smelled so nice. He couldn't believe he never noticed the woman in her.
Growing up with Franziska seemed normal, and he didn't care even if he'd seen her in her undergarments sometimes when they were younger.
Now, he was getting dizzier and oddly uncomfortable.
He gave her some of her real clothing: the puffy sleeved blouse with the blue gem and cravat, with her dark vest and pencil skirt, dark stockings and black leather gloves.
She stared at the wardrobe for half a minute. She was still trying to fathom why her fashion sense was quite Victorian. She slowly and skilfully put them on, puffed up the sleeves, buttoned the cuffs as she always does her way, ruffled the cravat, slid on the stockings shaping her slender, long legs and slid on her dark skirt.
In three minutes, her Franziska-prosecutor image was restored.
She felt a sense of nostalgia wearing her clothes. Although she still couldn't completely remember who she is, she remembers her family and her childhood, and her early years as a prosecutor. But still, her memories of Miles Edgeworth were quite blank.
Now that she thought about it, all she remembers about him is that he's a lawyer and they grew up together.
She doesn't remember how she felt being around him back then, as if Miles was a hollow existence.
But now, she felt different with him. Something began to grow inside of her, a new kind of feeling in her heart.
She blushed at the thought of kissing him, and with one look at herself in the mirror, she pushed away that thought.
More than anything, she was Franziska von Karma. She was just afraid of finding out who really is in love with Miles Edgeworth; Franziska von Karma, or Alyssa?
Or more importantly, which of them was he in love with?
She entered the dining room, seeing Miles had brunch prepared for her.
"What kind of fruits would you like to.." as soon as Edgeworth laid his yes on her, he was stunned speechless. It was Franziska von Karma in front of him.
He was almost startled, thinking she has the whip on her.
"Pears, thank you." She took a seat and sipped her glass of water.
He washed two fresh pears and began to peel them.
There was silence, but it wasn't their comfortable silence... It was the awkward silence that surrounded them this time.
Franziska stared into the pears he was peeling from across the table. She watched the skin peel and fall into the rubbish and found herself trying to breathe properly.
She dreaded every second they were in the same room in this silence.
"Here you go. Bon appetite." Edgeworth broke the silence serving the pears, garnished beautifully on a dainty, English rose-painted China porcelain plate.
He was about to turn and go back to his room when Franziska aspirated on her drink and coughed hard.
"Is something wrong?" he stared at her.
"... Nothing. I'm fine Miles Edgeworth. Just stay." She cleared her throat.
He smiled cooly and pulled a chair beside her.
"Why... did we... kiss last night?" she took a bite off her omelette.
"... What a question you ask." He said.
She grunted shyly.
"Did you... really mean it?" she asked in a smaller voice.
Miles couldn't help but sigh. He was irritated that he had to answer that question.
"I couldn't help it alright? I'm about to go crazy watching you by my side and I can't do anything for you. I love you, alright?" he stammered on the last line.
"And... I love you too... Miles Edgeworth." She gulped down her second glass of water.
"I'm just confused... Is it Franziska who loves you? Or Alyssa?" she looked into his eyes.
"I don;t care whatever name you'd use. You'd still be the person I know- the one that I just fund out I can't stay sane without." He looked into her eyes as well.
"I... I want to find myself Miles Edgeworth... I wasn't to be whole again."
She was so much in pain. Unlikely, Miles pulled her into an embrace once again.
"Let's bring you back to Joy and Eduard now." He whispered into her ear.
To be continued
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