Forgotten

6

Luka blinked at the confused faces in front of him. It didn't take him very long to figure out that no one had told Marinette about her crush on Adrien yet. And not only did he tell her, but he told Adrien too.

"What do you mean 'anymore'?" Marinette continued when he didn't respond to her the first time.

"I uh, what I meant to say..." He cleared his throat. "Is... that, uh..."

"Marinette was never in love with me," Adrien said. "She was in love with you."

Luka slowly shook his head. "No, it was always you. That's one of the reasons why things didn't work out between us."

"But... but the boy you loved," Adrien stuttered, turning back to Marinette. "I thought that was Luka. It was Luka, right? It wasn't me, was it?"

She opened her mouth a few times, no words escaping. "I don't know," she finally got out as tears welled up in her eyes. "I don't remember."

"I'm sorry," Luka said. "I'm not trying to upset you, Marinette. I just want us to be together. You might have been in love with Adrien before, but he didn't feel the same way. And he didn't even pay enough attention to you to figure out that you were in love with him. Everyone else knew. He was the only one who didn't."

Marinette stared at him as certain thoughts came to her mind. Thoughts of people asking her the same question over and over again ever since she lost her memory.

'You don't remember Adrien?' Nino asked.

'You don't remember Adrien?' Rose, Juleka, Mylène and Alix asked.

'You don't remember Adrien?' Luka asked.

'You don't remember Adrien?' her parents asked.

And suddenly Marinette had to look down at the floor, too embarrassed to maintain eye contact with either one of them. A tear dropped down her face.

"I'm sorry Marinette," Luka repeated, seeing how upset she was getting.

"I'm tired of this," she started quietly. "I lost months and months of my life and no one has the decency to tell me what really happened. And I can't deal with it anymore. I want you to get out."

"Mari..."

"Get out," she repeated more forcefully.

There was a pause before Adrien tried to assure her. "Everything is going to be okay," he said.

She finally looked at him. "I want you to get out too."

"What?" he asked, baffled by her reaction. "But I love you Marinette, and you love me..."

"I might have loved you once but Luka is right, I don't anymore. Please get out, and never come back here again. Either of you." Then she calmly climbed the stairs to her bedroom and closed the trap door behind her.

The sound resonated around the room, and then everything was perfectly still for a moment. Both boys were frozen in shock. Finally Luka made his way to the stairs to leave, Adrien begrudgingly following behind.

The journey downstairs was a tense, silent walk. Neither Adrien nor Luka said one word to each other. And once outside, they walked off in opposite directions.

Adrien went over to his town car. For the entire ride home he didn't react. He stared straight ahead, his face stoic while the last twenty minutes replayed in his mind.

It wasn't until he reached his bedroom that the tears started. Crawling into his bed, he pulled the sheets up and over himself, wanting to block the light out.