DISCLAIMER: I don't own Fairy Tale. Period.

WRITER'S BLOCK: Last chapter! I hope I don't disappoint~!

LOOK AT ME

Chapter Five

I remembered the time six years ago when I was standing on the cold corridor and I was rubbing my hands to keep them warm. Like today, it was raining heavily outside and the heaters seemed to be faulty.

However, today, my heart was pounding for a whole different reason.

I looked at the room with painting, portraits and some photography on the walls and some on pedestals. There was nobody there aside from me.

Just like in the corridor six years ago.

"Ms. Lucy!" said a female voice from behind.

I turned around to see my assistant, a short young lady named Wendy, peeping through the door.

"They're here already?" I asked.

Wendy simply nodded and smiled proudly at me. "They're waiting for your welcoming speech. Some famous art critics and art enthusiasts are here, too."

I breathed in deeply. This was my moment. Three years of studying and a year and a half of internalizing and I've finally come to the moment of truth.

I wonder where he is now? I asked myself.

Then, with one last deep breath for confidence, I opened the door and prepared myself for what may be the greates moment in my life: my first Art Exhibit.

"Ms. Lucy?" asked Wendy, patting my back heartily. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I guess," I said. "Ugh! I was so stupid! I completely lost my mind there! My speech was terrible and ugh! I just hate myself!"

"Don't worry, Ms. Lucy, you told me yourself that art needs no words to be expressed."

"You're suddenly so smart about this, aren't you?" I said to my cute assistant.

"But you must be so happy that your parents flew all the way to Paris just to see your exhibit."

"I am…" I said and I knew that I was smiling. My dad was finally starting to appreciate what I do and I was really touched.

"Well, I'm gonna go and entertain some more visitors there, why don't you go and reflect on this moment, Ms. Lucy?"

I patted my assistant's back this time. She knows exactly what I want, when I want it.

Walking around, making occasional hi's and hello's, I came upon my first painting after arriving in Paris: Gray Fullbuster in his full 'glory' reading a book.

I wouldn't have to re-draw this, too, if that jerk teacher of mine didn't take it.

"Excuse me, but who is this?"

"Oh, um…" I stuttered. What was I supposed to say? "This was my teacher when I was in college."

"You must be very fond of him to draw him on canvas," he said again.

"Well, I—" I sighed, "I guess… He was sort of a long time crush."

"I don't think he's that handsome, though…"

"Pardon?" Someone covered my eyes from behind.

Who was I talking to anyway?

"He looks more handsome here…"

That voice… I didn't want to expect but who else could it be?

He uncovered my eyes and made me turn around. My eyes were still a bit blurry and so I could only make out a picture of a black-haired man.

My heart just thumped. It couldn't be, could it? Germany to Paris?

Slowly but surely, my the man's face started to become clearer and clearer.

"Sir Gray!" I said loudly.

He smirked at me rather warmly as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Six years of not having contact with him but I can't believe that he could still send butterflies to my stomach.

Six years of not having contact and he's still as handsome as ever.

"Well, aren't you the famous artist now?"

"Oh my God, I can't believe you came! How are you, sir Gray?"

"Gray. We're both professionals now, so…" he said, "I'm a neuro-surgeon now. All the hard work finally paid off, huh?"

"Yeah…" I said. "I'd like to thank you for helping me get to where I am now, Gray."

"It was a favour I owed you and you did the same for me, remember? I wouldn't have gone to Germany if you didn't convince me."

"That was nothing compared to how you've motivated me all these years," I said. "I could never thank you enough."

He smiled at me and I just felt like hugging him so tightly like I wanted to six years ago when he was about to say goodbye.

"You can't thank me," he said, "But you can repay me."

I smiled. "Really? How?"

"Well, I reserved lunch for two at a restaurant nearby," he said, "Do you want to join me?"

My heart skipped a beat. Is this really happening?

"You must be very proud of you student to take me out to lunch, Gray."

"I've always been proud of you," he started, "From when you won gold in Tennis Singles; when you finally tried to study hard; when you got your first A+ in History and Mathematics…"

"Gray…" I said. How does he know all of the big breaks I've made in my life?

"From when you won first place in the Arts competition here three years ago; when you were able to paint a picture that now hangs on the largest art museum in the world together with the works of greater artists than you…"

I don't know why but tears started to fall from my eyes.

"The list could go on, you know…"

"Are you saying you like me?" I said, half crying, and half laughing.

"Finally!" Gray said, hands joined together in rejoicing as if he won the lottery. "Finally! Now I wouldn't have to say it myself!"

"No, please say it for me…" I said, rubbing my eyes to dry the tears.

"Hey, don't do that or people will think I did you wrong…" he said, "And your make-up will mess up."

He hugged me tightly like I've never been hugged before. By now, I was wailing and sure that people were looking at us.

"Don't cry, Luce…"

"Say it, Gray… Please?" I begged. I wanted to hear him say it clearly.

"Look at me, Lucy…" he said and still in his arms, I obliged. "I love you."

"I love you, too." I said in between tears of joy.

Then, he held me close and kissed my forehead, then the tip of my nose.

"I love you more," he contested.

And he smiled at me and ever so slowly, he closed the gap between our lips and shared our first kiss. And finally, after all these years, I could call him mine every time he'll look at me.

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