Perfect Disaster, Ever After

He wasn't whole, nor was he happy, but he does know one thing, she was. She was whole, and she was happy. That's why they were perfect together, being more so of a whole when together.

She wasn't short of breathtaking, and to him, there's nothing is more beautiful than a woman who is in love with every breathe she takes. She was a beautiful girl, one who deserves someone better than him, but she seems so happy with him, and actively tells him she is.

He was a cloud, and she was the sun, and he blocked her, or, that's what he thought in his mind. He couldn't imagine himself without her though, and he couldn't imagine himself with her.

She was quite literally lucky, being Ladybug and all, and he wasn't. His mind was toxic, her's isn't. His house wasn't a home, and her's was. And he felt that she could do so much better than a depressed, lonely model. (Even though she often believes he could do better.)

He's told her this so many times, but, she's simply turned around and said, "Rome is built on ruins, and is quite breathtaking; what makes you think you can't be too?" And he remembers why he loves her.

He loves her most when she talks about something she's passionate about. That's when her eyes light up, alive, dancing, and burning, as if she sees a world no one else has seen. And when she looks at him in the same way, that's when he know he feels the most loved.

And then, one night as they watched over Paris as the heroic duo, she places a bracelet on his wrist, one that said, "you're my perfect disaster," and she raises her own wrist to show an identical bracelet, one that said, "and I'm your ever after."