Chapter 1: Warmth

"…It can't be!" I looked at his face and yelled, "Emil!" I ran towards him, and he held me in his arms. I remembered back to when he told me that he'd always love me. He didn't realize this, but I was glad to hear those words. I was glad to hear the words of happiness, knowing that I had the perfect guy in my life. Even though I may only be 17 years old, I knew that this boy was the love of my life. His arms were warmer than before, as if he was in a new body. I guess technically he was, seeing as how he was separated from Ratatosk and all. But this new feeling was not a bad one, it was a good feeling. It was not just Emil Castagnier standing there, it was my Emil.

He winked at me and said, "I love you." In all the times I ever said that to him, he had never once said it first. I began to say that I loved him, but he interrupted me with a kiss, just as I had done near the Altamira casino. This was the first time that he had ever kissed me first. It appeared to me that this was clearly a day for firsts. The wind blew my hair around, and Emil immediately grabbed my hand and said, "Are you okay?" I nodded, and he picked up one of the flowers that I always kept in my hair. He picked it up and moved it towards me, but not before he could kiss me again. He put the flower back into my hair, and it fit back perfectly. "It sure looks like these flowers brought us together." My face began to turn into a beet-red color, and I smiled at him. He looked at our hands, clasped together. I cuddled against him and said, "Should I let go?" Emil shook his head and said, "It's safer if we hold hands." I nodded happily, and noted to myself two words that sounded perfect together.

Marta Castagnier.

But that would be part of the future, and I was happy the way things were. I began to hold Emil, my Emil tighter. One day, and I knew it would be soon, we'd be able to confirm that we were more than just friends. I no longer had a fan-girl crush, this was true love. And he and I were "Perfect Partners."