Author's Note

As a disclaimer: I will be going back to my home country from the 14th of May to the 8th of July so I will not be on much but I will be able to work on my fics while there. Hopefully I'll have a few updates during the time.

Wow guys, I can't believe I'm nearing the end of this story, I really can't. I want you all to prepare for max another 4/5 chapters. Most likely I will have 4 real chapters and possibly an epilogue. To be honest, I will make this ending more realistic as per experience of mine and my friends. I hope that it will turn out well and I also hope you all enjoy this chapter. For all my GilJean shippers, I bring you this...

Sincerely,

Ms. AtomicBomb

"Lonely lonely so lonely

Are things always this hard?"

~DEAN, Instagram

Arturia had left for home already, since Jeanne had been held back for a student council meeting and the school was empty. Its hollow shell surrounded the girl as she stepped lightly towards her locker. It was never this silent in the school, but the silence was welcomed for her; she preferred it like such. So, when she heard a voice, she was frightened.

"Jeanne." She nearly jumped at the sound of her name. The young woman turned her head, looking over her shoulder to the one calling to her.

"Oh, hi," she greeted, a smile on her lips, "what's up?"

"I see your still wearing it…" Gilgamesh looked down at her as he had finally caught up to her.

She looked at the bracelet around her wrist. "Of course," she said as she looked back up at him.

"I was…wondering if I could walk you home?" He looked away, afraid to meet her gaze. She could swear she saw a blush on his cheeks, but she opted not to point it out.

"Sure, if you'd like." She fixed her backpack. "I would just have to stop by my locker."

"That shouldn't be a problem." If you hadn't known Gilgamesh before the entire ordeal, you would think him courteous and kind. What Jeanne had yet to notice was his drastic change. Less than six months ago he had nearly slapped her in front of everyone in the cafeteria and now he had made her a bracelet and acted so kind.

She removed some books from her bag, leaving her jacket behind before closing the locker door. She faced Gilgamesh, who was leaning against the wall with his phone in his hand. "Ready?" She asked.

He pushed himself off the wall and nodded, shoving his phone back into his pocket. He gave her a smile and they began their way towards her house.

May was as beautiful as ever. The spring flowers were blooming, and the weather was heating up rapidly. The cherry blossoms sprung, and pink petals flew in the wind, beautiful and serene. They walked amidst the busy streets. The budding trees adding a tint of sweetness to the air.

"Have you gotten accepted into any Universities?" Gilgamesh asked, seeing as they had been silent most of the time, admiring nature.

Jeanne looked up at him, skirt blowing in the breeze. "Yes, a few now."

"Have you decided where you want to go?"

Her breathing stopped and so did her steps.

"What's wrong?" Gilgamesh stopped as well, standing in front of her.

She faked a smile. "I haven't decided yet. There's so much I'm being offered."

They began walking again. "I can imagine. Won't you be Valedictorian or something?"

She laughed, "I'm a candidate. Don't think I'll win though."

Gilgamesh sighed, "If anyone deserves it, it's you."

"Thank you."

They stopped by a convenience store, picking up popsicles for the walk since the sun had been strong and they were hot. Now that it was setting, the cool breeze cooled them down a bit, letting them enjoy the walk.

The sky was coloured pastel blue and pink as the sun dipped lower behind the houses.

"Could we stop for a second?" Gilgamesh asked, looking at her past his bangs.

She nodded, "Of course."

They stepped aside and leaned against the brick wall of a store, staring at the sunset and letting the breeze hit their faces. Their silence wasn't awkward, it was nice.

"Jeanne," he whispered.

Jeanne looked over at him, not exactly sure why she whispered back, "Yes?"

His face slowly turned to meet hers and they were much closer than they had noticed before. Neither moved, though, Jeanne did not see it as a threat and Gil liked having her near him.

He could see the sun on her face, shining off her hair as if it were strands of long malleable gold he could hold in his hands. She looked divine, heavenly even. The soft pink tint on her cheeks because of the weather, the halo that the sun cast upon her head, her lips red because of the popsicle she had had.

Gilgamesh could not help but think she was always so mesmerizing but also how stupid he had been not to notice it earlier.

"What is it?" She asked, voice still a whisper.

He could see people walk past them out of the corner of his eyes, he could see how busy the streets were and how loud everything should have been, but her voice was deafening. It was the only thing he could even begin to hear, but it felt as if he were under water and her voice too was muffled. He could just see the friendly look in her eyes and her mouth moving. Her lips, precisely, glinting red in the sunlight.

Whatever monster had lulled him towards her must have been wicked and awfully persuasive for he leaned in. The last thing he saw before he fluttered his eyes closed was the pale orange light on her face and her beautiful violet eyes that made his heart swell in his chest. He kissed her, lips lightly pressing against hers. She was stiff to the touch, but her lips were warm and soft against his. He heard his heart beat in his ears and the pulsing was felt in his finger tips as one of his hands wrapped around her waist and the other brushed her surprisingly cool cheek.

He wished time could have stopped for him, for this very moment in his life that he had ever felt so…in love. Never had he imagined the feelings that overwhelmed him, the temptations that called out to him, the stigma of this very action. He had never imagined how much he could feel for one person that was so small, so…

He felt her arms on his chest and before he could even process it, she had pushed him away with all the force she had, whatever she held in that tiny frame of hers.

Gilgamesh was left stunned, not because she pushed him away but because he kissed her. "I…I,"

"Gil! What, I, I don't think I ever made it look like I…" She searched her mind, flickering her eyes all over the place but never once landing them on him again.

"Jeanne, I…" He wasn't one to stutter, he never had, but he couldn't explain himself. "Jeanne, I'm sorry."

She covered her mouth and he prepared himself for her wiping her mouth, trying to rid herself of him, for his heart to break more than it could…but that never came, much to his gratitude. Instead, she lowered her head. "I have to get home," she wheezed, as if she had been out of breath, running a marathon.

"Jeanne," he called, hoping to calm her.

She shook her head, "I have to go."

Gilgamesh watched as she ran off into the sunset, leaving him angry and annoyed with himself. "Shit, fuck," he cursed, kicking the wall. "Why did I do that?" He growled. The disgust for himself grew and he went through a billion insult in his head as he made his own way home. Whatever respect Jeanne had for him, he was sure he destroyed with one kiss…just because of a caprice.

The stress before Prom felt like ages. Hair was being perfected, make-up applied, dresses zipped up; everything needed to be perfect—especially for Guinevere. She wanted nothing but perfection for her and her best friends. She had personally picked out all the dresses and suist to make sure everyone was the way she wanted.

She wore a burgundy velvet off-the-shoulder dress tight all throughout her body until her knees where it hung loose. Her chocolate brown hair was styled half-up half-down, jewels adorning it, and giving her a regal look.

For Jeanne, she had chosen a white chiffon dress with violet flowers embroidered on it, hanging loosely to her ankles, violet heels topping it off. Her hair remained in it's normal braid, at Jeanne's request, but she wore a flower crown on her head, long earrings sparkling.

Arturia wore a blue satin dress, styled in an ancient Greek fashion with her hair in a bun. She remained simple, but her stance alone held power and confidence.

"Guys, this is the most important day of our lives." Guinevere smiled as they were helped out of the limo (Guin had gone all out).

"I thought a wedding day was…" Jeanne mumbled.

"Of our teenage lives," Guinevere corrected, rolling her eyes slightly as she hooked her arm around Lancelot's.

Dinadan offered his arm to Arturia and she took it with a smile. "I already forgot about it and it hasn't even been two years," he commented.

Arturia squeezed his arm, "I recommend you don't push her buttons."

"Listen to your sweetheart, Dany," The taunting voice of Grainne interrupted them all. "Guin gets scary when she's mad."

"Grainne," Guin stretched her lips into a fake smile, "who's your date?"

Grainne lifted the pink poof-y dress slightly as she walked towards Gawain, "Oh, he hadn't told you?"

Guinevere, although surprised hid it. "Of course, I was simply teasing."

Jeanne did not hold her surprise. "Since when?" She whispered over to him while Grainne was occupied with Guinevere.

Gawain shrugged, rubbing the back of his head. "Last minute changes. I promise it's all in Artie's benefit."

"Don't blow our cover," Dinadan added, glaring his way.

Gawain made an action of zipping his mouth shut and smiled. "We must be headed to our table, Grainne."

"Ah, yes, of course." She grinned and took his hand, leading him off into the main hall of the banquet hall.

Jeanne looked about, tapping her finger against her clutch. Cu had assured her he would met her at the Prom, saying he wanted to surprise her with his new look but she had not heard from him over a week. He had extended his stay at his sister's and they hadn't seen each other since.

"Cu will be here," Arturia landed a hand on her shoulder, "You know he won't leave you all made up."

Jeanne smiled, "You're right, I'm just a little impatient." The truth was that the anxiety was killing her. She needed to tell him about the kiss because she wanted to tell him in person and not over skype or the phone, but now the many possibilities of what he would say were running through her mind and eating her alive. She had not slept for two days after the kiss and she had not dared to even look Gilgamesh in the eyes for two entire weeks for guilt, shame and anxiety.

Gilgamesh had apologized countless of times, but she could not forgive herself for having even made it seem as if she was interested. She felt wrong and ashamed.

"Jeanne." Her heart sunk, and she wanted to escape, opting to go to the bathroom, but Gilgamesh had caught her by the wrist before she could escape.

She was forced to turn towards him.

"Can we talk, please?" He asked.

She didn't look up at him for fear that she would run away again. "I…"

Gilgamesh let her hand slip from his grasp. "Please, Jeanne. I promise not to try anything."

She bit her cheek, eyes still downcast.

"Follow me," he asked as he walked off to a secluded corner, and she followed close behind.

He sighed, "Would you look at me, please?"

Jeanne remained still.

"Jeanne, please?" Never had he pleaded with anyone, and now he was ready to drop on his knees for her.

She lifted her head, averting her gaze.

"At me. Look at me."

Finally, her eyes slothfully landed on his, but they would flicker away often.

"I love you, Jeanne." Her gaze dropped at his words. "Jeanne, look at me, please."

She shook her head. "I don't think this is an appropriate place to…"

"Yes, it is, just give me two minutes. All I ask is for you to look at me. I need to see your eyes when I say this."

Jeanne nodded, looking up at him. He looked handsome, hair parted tidily, white tuxedo on and a golden necklace around his neck.

"I love you and I truly am happy that you're happy with Cu. You like him, and I know that I'm just your friend. I get that," he fixed his cuff, "I do. That day I just… I have no excuse. You never really gave me a signal or anything I just kissed you. I wanted to kiss you and I didn't care that you had a boyfriend or that you didn't like me I just needed to kiss you. Look, I can safely say that you're the only person that I have ever loved… and you are the only one who's been so kind to me, so forgiving all the time. I'm sorry that I hurt you. I'm sorry I caused you pain and suffering…

"I used you for my own caprice, I know that now, after tormenting myself these past two weeks. I'm sorry I put you in that position, but I do want you to know that my feelings are sincere. I like you, a lot. I don't think I'll ever stop liking you. So, now that I have made a complete and utter fool of myself, I think…I," he sniffled, "I will not bother you again."

She wrapped her arms around him, bringing him into a tight hug, blinking her own tears away. "I'm sorry I can't return the feelings but you're honestly one of my best friends. I value you a lot."

Hesitantly, he hugged her back.