no, I couldn't fight it.

I heard that you settled down
That you found a girl and you're married now.
I heard that your dreams came true.
Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you.

Old friend, why are you so shy?
Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light.

I hate to turn up out of the blue, uninvited
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded
That for me it isn't over.

Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don't forget me, I beg
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,"
Yeah.

You know how the time flies
Only yesterday was the time of our lives
We were born and raised
In a summer haze
Bound by the surprise of our glory days

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded
That for me it isn't over.

Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don't forget me, I beg
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead."

Nothing compares
No worries or cares
Regrets and mistakes
They are memories made.
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you
Don't forget me, I beg
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead."

Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don't forget me, I beg
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead."

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best song ever. behind 'A Monster in Paris' (the one by Sean Lennon. I actually like it better than the french one . p.s. I HAVE SUCCEEDED IN GETTING THAT SONG STUCK IN MY MOM'S HEAD (:< )

anyway, the main lines that apply to them are:

I heard that your dreams came true.
Guess (s)he gave you things I didn't give to you. (RAOUL UGH)

I hate to turn up out of the blue, uninvited
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.

I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don't forget me, I beg

Nothing compares
No worries or cares
Regrets and mistakes
They are memories made.
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

basically, I've been sitting around coming up with a frikkin sequel (I TOLD myself I WASN'T going to do this, but.. GAH. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME, YOU BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL FILM.) that happens roughly 1-3 months after the events of the actual movie. Francoeur, now accepted by society, has gotton his own place. or something along those lines. Lucille and Raoul are together at this point in time. Lucille hasn't been to see Francoeur (he has been kinda... avoiding her a little bit. and she doesn't want to push it, so she leaves him to his own spaces... that makes no sense. you get my point.) since whatever the last scene of the movie is (meaning I will not be able to upload the final product, which I fully intend on writing, until I see the movie. which will be next year ;__; ).. so yeah. anyway. Lucille isn't... the same now that Francoeur has arrived and left the picture. Raoul notices, but his pride forces him from saying anything. because their epic romance of 1-3 months is just frikkin amazing in his mind, he decides to propose to Lucille (it's basically a double kill to him; get Lucille all to himself and she goes back to normal. bah.) however, Lucille has picked up subtle hints (and Emile might have helped a little) that he's going to propose. she's all like 'OH GOD NO I'M NOT READY FOR THAT NO GAH.' SO. she realizes that she loves Raoul, sure, of course, but she's not in love with him. could she be in love with Francoeur? she decides to visit Francoeur to prove to herself she can't be in love with him. and to apologize for how things have turned out for him. so she goes. he lets her in. it turns into a big one-sided apology fest. Francoeur doesn't respond throughout the whole thing, and Lucille, disappointed, starts to leave, BUT.

"Je ne sais, ne sais..." an almost unintelligible voice whispered behind her. Lucille abruptly came to a halt. Her ears strained for another breathe of sound behind her. Please. Please, she thought to herself. Let him sing. "...Ne sais pas pourquoi..." She turned slowly, eyes darting back to Francoeur. He was staring intently at the wooden floor. "...C'est comme ça.." His lips barely moved with the formation of the words. "La seine et moi," she joined in with the next line. He looked up as if he had forgotton she was there. Was it really so shocking that she'd sung along? "Je ne sais, ne sais..." She took a cautious step towards him. Was he still angry? She took another. And another. "...Ne sais pas pourquoi..." He stood. Was he going to leave? Back away from her? She felt warmth in her eyes. Don't you dare cry in front of him, Lucille, she told herself. "...On s'aime comme ça..." A hot tear rolled down her cheek. No! Stop crying! she yelled in her mind. But, no, it was past the point of stopping. A complete and utter breakdown wasn't far behind, she knew. "...Francoeur et moi.." She only barely registered him saying 'Lucille et moi' simultaneously before she charged him. Throwing her arms around him and burrowing her head in his chest, she cried. It was one big mess of tears and arms and soft, comforting songs. In that moment, she knew only one thing: Francoeur wasn't going anywhere. He was with her, and that was all that mattered.

and then they run away together. or whatever you personally wish to happen, though i prefer they run away together. FOR THE SAKE OF LOVE, DANGIT. happy ending, goodbye, so long, farewell, fin.

..that literally just took almost an hour to write. that's... really sad. THE THINGS I DO FOR YOU PEOPLE.

francoeur, lucille (c)europa corp

ps. the reason he's so ridiculously short is because he's supposed to be bending down a little bit, but the angle wouldn't allow me to show it. yeeah.

and forgive her awkward dress. her legs supposed to be bent under there.