Secrets and lies always follow people around, and even if you try to break free from your mistakes-you never will. After living a life she never really liked, Arturia decides to pack her things and leave. Arriving at a country side, she rents a smal...
"Maybe back then, a little, just this much, If I had the courage to stand before you, would everything be different now?"
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"Jeanne, I.."
Jeanne's breath caught in her throat, she was not sure what to expect. The sky was painted a pastel orange, light pink dabbed on the clouds and soft purple hues coloured the sky behind them... The cold ocean breeze and the sweet salty smell... the damp grass under her hands, the faint sounds of a seagull's call...it all disappeared when she was in front of him. She felt as if she were sitting in an odd place with nothing around her—just a blank room.
"I think maybe we should talk about it later. I was hoping we could enjoy the sunset first." Cú smiled at her, sweetly and her heart swelled in her chest.
She too smiled, finally resettling back to the cliff side, in front of her crush and admiring the most beautiful and romantic view. They talked a bit more, about work, about life, about the good old days when they hung out with Diarmuid and rode all day long—enjoying the freedom of the countryside.
Soon enough, the sun set, and it was getting darker by the minute. Cú stood, offering his hand to Jeanne and helping her up from the greenery. She was blushing and looked very happy and giddy. Her French had slipped quite a few times, but she had not made any serious mistakes, in fact, she thought the date went rather well. She was very excited to hear what Cú had to say but he assured her it would be best to tell her when they were almost near her house.
They slowly walked back to the car in silence, admiring the crickets and the cold weather and everything else. It was serene and peaceful and so relaxing. He opened the door for her and helped her into the car before he rounded the truck to the driver's seat.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" He asked, a smile on his face.
She nodded, "Ouai, I had a lot of fun, thank you so much. It was a, ah, a lovely evening."
"Yes," he sighed, "I'm glad you had a great time." He would have offered her a coffee but there were no cafes that would be open at such a time in the village; people were either sleeping or resting at home and tired of a long work day. Saturdays were always such a busy time.
A sweet song came on the radio as soon as he turned on the car and Jeanne blushed, listening to the lyrics. She was starting to get more confident about their outing, as if he were going to ask her out...or maybe she would even ask him out.
"Remember that when you were younger you, Diarmuid and your brother would always chase the chickens?" He laughed.
"Oh non, please don't remind me." She shut her eyes, laughing.
He chuckled, "And you fell one time and broke your arm and then the chickens surrounded you... oh that was hilarious."
"Non, that was embarrassing," she frowned, "and it hurt so much."
