⚜️Chapitre vingt⚜️

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La vulnérabilité des sentiments

The vulnerability of feelings

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"Ooh la la!"


The charming looking deck officer asked for my hand before kissing the back of it, earning a chuckle from me.


"What a beautiful young lady!" Young, he thought. "Is this your first time taking a Seine River cruise?"


"It's not." I offered him a smile, gesturing to Envy beside me. "For him, it's the first time."


Envy seemed to be fidgeting a little until the worker exclaimed in delight. "Ah! Then you should prepare your eyes for a feast! It is the best way to see Paris' top sights, Monsieur."


It definitely was.


When I was human, one of the most vivid memory I would often visit back to was the cruise around Paris when traveling with my parents. The sights I took in then were absolutely breathtaking when I was a child, and I wanted the same feelings to wash over me just one more time. Just once when my heart was full of emotions.


The emerald haired man nodded slowly and before he could say anything, we were ushered to the ship when one of the workers announced the passengers to get on board. The ship was being filled with people of all ages, and most of them took their seats inside while I walked to the railings with Envy following me.


The air shifted when I took a deep breath. A faint sense of familiarity was tugging my heart as I expected.


The Eiffel tower stood tall near us and would be lit up in beautiful sparkling lights by the time we came back. Grand Palais, Place de la Concorde, the Louvre I was marveling at and all the monuments to see were feeding my heart with giddiness.


When I turned my head to say something to Envy, I found him a few feet away from me, leaning against the rails. Usual narrow eyes rounded in awe and pursed lips slightly agape in wonder, there stood a boy I used to know and used to adore.


A boy who loved every scenery, who wanted to capture them with his eyes, his camera and his heart. A boy who was so pure with how he viewed life, the angels wouldn't compare.


Someone so unreal, I would cry for.


Seeing this side of him that I was afraid was buried forever... I understood clearly that I still loved him. Past all the guilt and all the dislike, I was doing this because he still had my heart in the palm of his hands.


Even if I knew what he had become, I still wished to see this boy. And I could do anything to see his childlike grin.


I longed to be close to him.


The stars fell down from the sky every time he walked by and my heart would beat for him.


The buildings started lighting up like fairy lights when hues of blue overpowered all the other warm colors of the sky. The memories of when I took countless pictures of them with my mom and dad made my throat constrict.


"Wow! Yuni! Take a picture of me!"


I froze hearing my nickname slipping from Envy's mouth. In disbelief, I turned to him only to find him smiling at the lights with sparkling eyes, not realizing what he blurted.


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