My Past is a Blur by Summer Cheng

Chapter 21

   Marinette's POV:

    I heard Adrien ask my mother her name.

    I  kept my sorrow to myself.

   It hurt that he did not remember her name or mine.

    I  dared not show it.

    I  saw him take a look at the test paper that Miss Bustier left for him.    

    I could tell he knew what it was.

    I  believed he was gaining some memories back.

  The thing is, he still could not remember the important stuff.

     "Your father?" I gasped when he asked about him.

      I knew his father came by twice.

   The first time the doctor, nurses, and Nathalie told him to leave.

   The second time he was in disguise, but I still knew it was him.

     

        "Do not you know?" I asked.

        I saw him shake his head.

        "Well, the thing is he has been busy lately with the court case and..."I  begin.

            I saw Adrien's face fall.

          I  felt bad.

         I  grabbed his hand and gently touched his knuckles with my other hand.

          

          "A-Adrien, I am sorry." I apologized.

          I  saw his eyes widen.

          As my eyes felt watery, I saw Adrien glance into my eyes.

           I  felt him lift my chin.

           I gulped.

      I stood back so that his hand lost its grip on my face.

     I could not do this.

    I could not accept his affections.

    I knew he had no clue who I was to him, nor him to me.

   I was just a friend, I thought.

   

   I loved him. 

  I could not let him be so understanding.

  I had to leave.

  I knew it would hurt.

 I  had to go.

   His memories were not back yet.

  I feared perhaps all his memories would return.

   I  believed maybe he would never remember me.

  I always worried he would and would hate me for it.

   "I-I h-have to go, A-Adrien," I muttered.

    I ran towards the door.

   I left and went home.

   I did not know it, but I dropped something.

   I arrived home in a few minutes.

  I was glad to have gotten past my folks to my room.

  I could not hold the tears in any longer.

   I  never felt so close, yet so far away from him in my life.

   Back when we were just friends, I could at least stand close and not have him act so weird.

  Now, everything was wrong.

  I  did not know how I could ever tell him now.

    I could not bring myself to do it.

   It was worse than just being a friend.

   It was too cruel.

  I  was just a stranger to him now.

     

   "No, I  am a stranger," I screamed.

   I  sobbed.

   I felt the tears soak my pillow in sorrow.

  How was I to go from being a stranger to being his friend?

    

 Maybe, being just a friend was not as bad as being a stranger.

   I felt it soak in real deep down.

 The whole thing was horrible.

  It was the worst thing that ever happened to me.

   I lost him. I lost my friend.

 Find out more in Chapter 22

  bye, bye little owlets!

-Summer out!