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IT WAS LATE AT NIGHT IN MADRID but Antoine wasn't sure how late. It was dark and for all he knew it could be 2 am or 5 am but he wasn't concerned much about it since he could not stop thinking about the brunette that was soundly asleep on the side of the bed next to him.

He could not believe how stupid he was to miss what was in front of him all this time. His beautiful Marie sure was feisty and loved to talk back, she loved sarcasm and irony, but with any given opportunity, she was there. She listened, she understood and mostly of all, she cared. Marie was the one for him.

He wasn't sure when his feelings for her changed. He doesn't know when he stopped seeing her as a pretty 7 year old girl with a stupid big bow that stood up for herself or as the girl that would read history books for fun and would offer to tutor her classmates in exchange of chocolates. He may have took years to realize he was in love with Marie, but he surely felt it.

It never felt right to be someone else. Hanging out with other people would emotionally drown him. Fake people that only wanted to be with him, just to say they were his friends or get free tickets to matches. Dating models so they could show him around other models. It all felt shallow, empty and most of all, lonely.

But he would feel at ease when he and Marie were driving to nowhere in particular, going to coffee shops at midnight. Burning toast on Sundays and light hearted jokes. Selfies of the two of them as phone backgrounds and the feeling of going home and wishing she was there waiting for him.

Antoine sighs as Marie moves on her sleep, closer to him. With two fingers he plays with her hair and thinks about how he can't see the rest of his life without her anymore. This love he had to let go freeing because of the fear of hurting her, came back to them and he would never let her go any more.

With her in his arms, he realized, it was time to finally let go of his fears and ghosts.

"You are my best friend." Antoine softly murmurs to plant a kiss on Marie's forehead, and lay further into the pillow to sleep, one of his arms circling Marie's waist.

Marie was not sleep, and she perfectly heard Antoine, and she knew. She knew Antoine was in love with her.

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So Antorie (someone comented the ship name last chapter and I thought it was soo cute) happened and I couldn't be more happy.