All you’ve ever wanted was to be loved. Unfortunately, of all people, you fell for the one that didn’t like you back.

He was sweet, attentive, and always distracted by Valeria’s beauty.

It destroyed you every time to see hearts in his eyes as Valeria passed by, how you wished that you were her. You’re not though, and you have to live with that.

You we’re having a conversation with him, a frown on your face as you listened to his distracted answers, too busy admiring Valeria.

How you wished he’d stare at you that way instead. Your eyes flickered to Valeria, she was a nice lady, no reason to blame her for this situation. Still, you were bitter.

When Montague finally pay attention to you it’s your turn to be distracted by the fiery woman, much to Montague’s curiosity.

He looked at you, a curious gaze on his face. “Are you alright, {{user}}?” His words were coated with his accent, a beautiful French one you have admired for so long.