𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 S̷t̷a̷r̷k̷i̷l̷l̷e̷r̷'̷s̷ ̷s̷o̷n̷

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀unholy coppelia ——⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 〈 mercy … ⠀⠀⠀⠀ was her greatest 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 〉 ⠀⠀⠀⠀

"Well maybe I can't feel that because you're so tiny and I'm big." Which he did always like to mess with Ghost, even though Ghost wasn't that small at all.

I know that you're... quite sweet. But that doesn't mean you're a pushover either. I know that much too.

Of course I do, so far.

Yeah? And what's that?

(And he's lifting her up now.)

"You-" And there's the smile on his face, "I love you too."

"Joking? Why would I joke about such a thing?" He questioned and he could see the shades changing on her cheeks and he just smirked a bit, "I do mean it."

Happy birthday to Ruby Jewel 🎂

Hello darling.

No, absolutely not.

"It is the same for you... there is only one you Ruby. There is nobody else that can be you." Truthfully spoken by him, though that is what he truly believed.

He reached down and grabbed onto her hand as she did his and well, he thought about what she said and nodded. "Maybe you can help me. Although my specialty is kicking someone's door down."

Looking up at her. "Hm??"

And she thinks he didn't feel that? He did and that's why he reached up and grabbed her hand, gently. "Ich liebe dich.."

His blue eyes meeting her blue and green ones, which never failed to amaze him. Though he loved her. More than anything and reached up and ran his thumb along her cheek.

He now has a backpack on his back, but it's his favorite backpack.

What a way to make him smile, because it sure did.

Him? He thinks that's her. But he would've love to hear that anyway.