He gave her a bit of a sad smile. "You are a friend to everyone, Fleur. I shouldn't be surprised that you feel warmth towards me. You're everyone's friend."
He looked down at himself, his brow furrowing. "...I know," he said after a moment. "I know." He took a shaky breath, looking up at the pink sky as the sun set over the horizon. "I don't... God. This is hard. Fleur, I just... I think the world of you. I care about you and I think about you all the time and I want to be near you all the time, but... it's not how this was supposed to be."
His brow furrowed and he looked over at her. "Think about what you did tonight, Fleur," he said softly. "Think of all the people you danced in front of. Think of that guy who came to your door. Those are your people." He looked out to the water again. "I'm just the guy who steals from them."
He looked over at her, noticing her expression. "Oh, Princess... please don't cry," he said gently, pulling her into his arms. "I'm not worth crying over."
He exhaled, cupping her head in his hands as he held her to his chest. “No, Fleur, I’m really not,” he told her quietly, his hand running through her hair gently. “I’m just a guy.”
She exhaled shakily, pulling away and standing up. "God.. I was so hopeful," she said quietly. "I'm so stupid. I should have known that this wouldn't work for me.,"
He turned her around looking at her intensely. "You've seen me," he told her sharply. "You've seen where I come from. You've seen me. This is it. There's nothing hidden here; you've seen all I have to offer and you... You deserve something more than that.
Her brows furrowed. "I like what you have to offer, Ferris," she said with a frown. "You care about me and I care about you. That's what matters."
His gaze dropped and he took her hands in his. "I've wanted to be yours, Fleur. I've wanted it so badly. But, I just... It's not enough. You can understand that, right? I'm never going to be that."
