『 France 』
Pink lips, plump and irresistible. Eyes wide, affection, mirth, and warmth dancing in her heavenly gaze.
Francis couldn't breathe. As he stood in the presence of an angel, he drew in a hazy breath. He reached forward, and placed his hand above her own.
She startled, pulled out of her thoughts. Y/n giggled endearingly.
He wanted to ask why she was laughing. However his voice was stolen. The woman stepped closer, he could smell her perfume.
The balcony was far from small, but Y/n chose to stand beside Francis. She smiled, fluttering her eyelashes as a strand of hair caressed her cheek.
Y/n moved closer, now mere inches away from his body.
Time slowed to a stop, with Francis struggling to construct words with his heart threatening to burst from his chest.
Her pretty pink lips and endlessly enchanting eyes lured him in.
Eventually, he cleared his throat. Francis pulled away to adjust his necktie.
"Y/n, ma cherie. . ." He began, fumbling with his pockets. Francis breathed a shaky breath and lowered himself to kneel. "You are the light of my life, and I would give the world to you."
Y/n's eyes, glossed with tears. She brought a hand to her chest and parted her lips. "Francis. . . ?" She whispered, watching the love of her life present to her a wooden box.
"Y/n L/n, would you make me the happiest man and marry me?"
A silence ensued, with Y/n gazing dreamily at the engagement ring and Francis sweating underneath his suit.
Before he could utter another word, Y/n grinned and spoke through tears.
"I would love to, Francis." She nodded, allowing him to slip the ring onto her finger before throwing herself at him.
"Je t'aime, Y/n."
"I love you too, Francis."
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would someone please give me motivation?
