Sandboy 2.0

2.3

Author's Note: Song of the chapter is As the World Caves In by Matt Maltese.

Marinette's POV:

I've never felt loss like this,

And I didn't really lose anything in the first place.

I'm

I don't think I'm ok

I woke up sweating this morning.

I dreamt he was back and he killed me.

It's strange, I have dreams about being terrified of him, and dreams of not wanting him to leave.

I feel like a little kid.

This is so stupid.

I sit up in bed.

Adrien's fast asleep.

He always looks so happy.

It's sort of a facade, isn't it?

He can't be happy right now.

I'm a mess,

And I'm ruining everything.

I get up and go to our balcony.

"Happiness will find me."

I touch my stomach.

Maybe this is what I need.

Maybe it'll be okay.

Maybe after I forget everything it'll be okay.

Maybe I don't focus on the good enough.

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Adrien's POV:

I hear Mari get up. I leave her be.

I want to stay like this for a little bit.

As long as I'm asleep I can pretend.

To be honest, Chat Blanc didn't just affect her.

After that day, I lost my father.

He told me he didn't love me.

He tried to kill me.

One parent after the other.

All gone.

I'm grateful though.

I saw the future I didn't get.

I wish I could get that through to Mari.

She's been struggling so much.

It's kind of scary.

I don't know how to help her.

I feel like brought her so much pain by just existing.

It's not my fault Chat Blanc happened, but it feels like it.

I get up and walk to the balcony.

"Marinette."

She looks at me, she's holding her stomach.

She seems happier than I've ever seen her.

"The baby just kicked."

My heart stops.

"What?" my voice cracks.

"ADRIEN THE BABY JUST KICKED"

She's giggling like a maniac now.

I don't know what's more special about this moment,

The baby kicking,

Or her being so excited,

For the first time in a long time.

This is good.

I think everything is going to be ok.

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Marinette's POV:

New perspectives.

I never knew that something so simple can be such a good distraction.

I've thought about past possibilities less and less.

I don't know if what I'm feeling is happiness.

I still ache,

And I'll always miss him.

It hurts to move on.

I want to see him one last time.

Then I'm done.

Then I'll be ready.

I'm sure of it.

We're sitting at the table,

Eating breakfast.

The sun is shining through the window.

Adrien looks like he's glowing.

It's almost like he's made of sunshine.

"Adrien?"

He looks up after shoving a giant pile of eggs into his mouth.

"What?"

"Today's my last therapy appointment."

He swallows his food then looks at me for a moment.

"I'm ready."