Marinette walked away, her dress floating in the wind. Her tears sprinting forward. She had, in the beginning, felt as if she was abnormal to feel free at last. She loved him. She truly did but when he died, she didn't expect to have not felt any grief or burden.
Overtime, she had worsen. Throughout her day, she would call him only to hear his voice over voicemail once more. She would walk by his house to just smell the scent of his Burberry Cologne. Soon through her life, she lost her way of being.
Without no one realizing it, the memory of her died the day he did.
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"Are you happy?" He asked once.......
"I am." Marientte always responded.
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Marinette smiled, holding the flower bouquet.
"I am."
Settling the flowers on his grave, she blew a kiss at his name.
"Goodbye to my very first what if."
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At the stone was engraved a name that many mourned
To a beloved son
To an idolized brother
To an adored friend
To a lost love
If you can tell me who this is about, then you get a cookie.
P.S. Expect a lot of stories about sad-mournful things. I am in quite a mood.
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Miraculous One-Shots
FanfictionHi, I'm a girl who loves to write and a huge fan of miraculous. I love miraculous so therefore I create this, Miraculous oneshots. These are all my original ideas. I really hope you enjoy these. I just want people to read these and have fun! Artwor...
