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Confession: Georges

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day!

George wandered about the streets of Paris like a madman. After a long argument within the confines of his mind, he accepted the error of his ways and was now on a mission to fix it.

He searched every flower shop and every jewelry shop for the perfect way to apologize to Miss Y/N. The memory of leaving his beloved friend alone and dejected shamed him to no end, but it wasn't about him. It was about making things right and mending his relationship with a wonderful woman. Obviously, material gifts wouldn't be a proper apology but he was confident that he'd be able to make it up to her with words.

George had thought of writing a whole mini-play to apologize and propose his affection to her but ultimately, he decided against it. Every minute wasted would only spoil his plans and give opportunity to some other fellow that might want to snatch Y/N away.

After making several stops at different stores, Georges made his second to last stop at his apartment. Like any good director, he set the scene to the best of his abilities. He cleaned the mess of set props and cameras around his apartment and opened his curtains, letting the sunset's light come through. Now, it was time to face the music.

The svelte Frenchman fixed his hair quickly and gathered the bouquet he bought earlier in the day. He stepped out of his apartment and walked a couple doors down to Y/N's apartment. His stomach turned with every step he took, but he knocked regardless, hoping to hear the familiar sound of fast footsteps behind the door. The door's locks could be heard opening. It was Y/N and Y/N alone.

She looked a bit surprised to see him. "Hello, Monsieur Melies", she greeted in a cold, quiet voice. It was obvious she still felt dejected.

George didn't know what else to say. In his head, he had this grand, elaborate confession meant to sweep her off her feet but after seeing her, he realized the gravity of the situation. He merely offered her the bouquet of flowers. "I'd like to have a word with you, Y/N, if you'll have me."

Y/N took the flowers, cradling the bouquet in her arms. Quietly, she took him in. "Please, take a seat. I made some tea." She placed the bouquet on her small coffee table and fetched two cups of tea. "Is anything the matter, Georges?"

Georges placed his cup of tea down and did the same to her before clasping her soft hands in his. It was now or never. "Dearest Y/N, your confession of love has plagued my mind endlessly since the moment I stepped out of your apartment. Ever since then, I've been trying to make things right because in all sincerity, I love you too. I'm not sure what could have possessed me to leave you the way I did but I promise you it won't ever happen again. If you'll have me, I'd love to court you. If I still have your heart, I'll happily give you the key to mine."

Y/N's face flushed upon hearing him speak so ardently. She stammered for an answer but words failed her. Y/N nodded several times until she found it in herself to finally accept. "Georges Melies, of course I'll have you. I accept."