Miraculous one shots (fluff and sin)

Adrientte- Eulogy

Ok, ok I'm working on the foursome chapter but it's taking forever so here's this in the mean time. MAJOR TRIGGERS IN THIS CHAPTER SUCH AS: death, suicide, jumping, car accidents and funerals. If any of these trigger you please skip this chapter.
If you need help ever here's the national suicide hotline number 1- 800- 274- 8255
I am not trying to romanticize suicide .
Thank you guys so much for 1000 reads 💕💕
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M

His hand grasped hers as they danced in the moonlight.

"Marinette," he whispered in her ear as the music swirled around them. Blanketing them in the sound of beauty.

She rested her head on his shoulder. "Yes my love..."

"I-" and just as soon as it had appeared it disappeared. The memory dissolving into his mind. 

He reached out to try and grasp her hand one more time.

But it fell upon thin air.

The funeral was tommorow.

Him, it should have been him.

He should be the one dead instead of her. 

Yet here he sat, preparing a speech for her funeral

The lights above him made his head hurt.

Why should he, why should the world go on without her. 

He sat on their bed, the last place he had seen her, alive.

Her Indent still was on the pillow. If he pulled it towards him he could smell her scent.

He felt a lone  tear role down his cheek onto his blank paper.

How was he supposed to describe his love for her in words.

He picked up the pen, the one she had given him.

For no reason other than he needed one.

He could still remember the moment.

She had sat in the flickering fire light, writing down everything as she always did.

She unexpectedly got up and sat next to him.
"Your turn," she breathed into his ear. "Write about, everything."

She placed the black pen into his hand and the small book on his lap.

"I love you darling." And with that she picked up her book and curled up beside him.

So he took her advice, and he wrote. He wrote everything. He cried and he wrote. He filled pages with everything he needed to say to her.

Every moment he would miss with her, that he would have to do without her. 

The paper was soaked by the time he was finished.

But it was

Everything.

He layed down on her pillow and just breathed.

To remind himself that he was alive.

The monsters came that night.

Whispering in his ear that he would be better off with her.

To end the pain.

He fought them.
With everything.

And he made it. 

To the morning.

As he dressed in the dark suit he had been instructed to wear, his mind went though the memories like a
Scrap book designed to make you wish you were dead.