What comes round goes round

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Alya
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Walking towards steps.

I don't really remember what happened before it was fuzzy ,coated in a colour I couldn't quite describe.

A crowd

It all felt familiar like a record , bits of it seemed to be missing
When did I reach the top?
I don't remember taking that step.

Was I glitching?

I saw Lila , more bruises sported her stomach. Lila that monster, the manipulative bratt
How dare she after what she did!
But strangely I didn't feel any hate for Lila just pure worry and pity.
Confused

It was like an outer body experience ,it trekked across the long stretch of paving stones, I felt my face contort into worry. My forehead crease and my brows dip as my body attempted to figure out what was going on.

Marinette came storming up to me.

An expression of pure hate laced in her features, I'd never seen her like this

"Why are you comforting that bratt?" was what I felt like asking but instead my voice spluttered "do you know what happened?"

Hand collided with face.

I stood there in shock . Sweet, clumsy, stuttering Marinette had slapped me.
Hard

My disobedient body and my twisting mind convulsed as one

Despair

Utter bottomless despair

But it sparked a forgotten memory , my fingers grasped and reached for it desperately grappling at its whispery spiral. Suddenly I could hold it and I knew.

I remembered his cold uncaring voice

His cracked expressionless mask

His bleached white facade

His predatory scarf

His final words

Her white hot pain

This wasn't my life

It was Marinettes .

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