Chapter 18

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Marinette's POV:

This is too much.

I finally get to the bakery and finish up what I had to get done before going up to my room.

I take off Adrien's clothes and put on my own shorts and a hoodie then get into bed and cry myself to sleep.

I don't know how long I was out for but I wake up to tapping coming from the balcony.

Please not now.

Chat peaks his head into my room.

I lay my face down into my pillow.

"Go away, Chat Noir."

"Woah, my whole name? Am I in trouble or something?"

I can feel his voice getting closer then I feel him sitting at the foot of my bed.

"I'm serious."

"But why princess? I missed you. What's wrong?"

I turn to him and he tries to hold me but I push him away.

"You need to leave."

"Marinette I-"

"And you need to stop coming here. I can't keep doing this."

"Wha-"

"Just go Chat Noir! Please just go!"

I'm sobbing. Literally sobbing.

"What do you mean I have to stop coming here? How would I see you?"

"That's the thing Chat! You won't see me! You won't come here anymore! I'm not your princess! Just fucking get out!"

I can hardly breathe.

He looks at me and I can see the heartbreak in his eyes.

I just stare at him as tears blur my vision.

I rub my eyes and when I look up again....

He's gone.

I pick up my phone and do my best to send a text message without any spelling mistakes.

"I can't keep doing this, I think we're better off as friends."

I hit send and immediately, Adrien reads it.

He started typing but I turned off my phone before he pressed send.

"Marinette, don't you think this is a bad idea?"

"Not now, Tikki."

She lays on the pillow next to me and watched tears trickle down my cheek as I fall asleep once again.

Adrien's POV:

What the fuck happened?

Better off as friends?? Is that a joke??

She just broke up with me twice.

I get home and de-transform then flop on my bed and start to cry. Plagg doesn't ask for cheese but I know he's hungry so I give him a peice of camembert, which he swallows whole then sits on my back as I fall asleep, trying not to sob.

In the morning, Marinette still hasn't responded to my text.

"I need to tell you something."

She hasn't even read it.

It's sunday so I don't even have the excuse to see her at school.

I mope around all day and finally Monday comes.

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