Marinette's POV:
I saw him blush.
I blushed as well.
I was confused and worried for him.
I realized he still held my hand. Why? It was not as if he owed it to me or anything.
I watched as he read the information in the files or forms that Nathalie had given him.
I knew it must be important from all the funny faces he made.
I saw him grimace as if in pain.
I knew the prognosis was not good.
I also realized I could not just walk away.
I loved him.
I smiled a small weak smile.
I was surprised when his hand relaxed at my touch.
It was as if he wanted me to reach out to him.
Why? Why me? I thought.
I knew it was crazy, but I hoped he would not hate me.
I pondered what went on in that head of his.
I saw him wink at me.
Whoa, did Adrien Agreste have a secret crush on me or something?
I shook my head.
I rebuked myself silently.
Bad, Marinette. No, he could not like me.
Not when I was probably part of the reason he was like this.
I blamed myself for all that happened.
Maybe, if I got there sooner, he would be himself.
Find out more in Chapter 17
bye, bye little owlets!
-Summer out!
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My Past is a Blur by Summer Cheng
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