Darkling

12. Pont Marie

Disclaimer: There is mention of a suicide attempt so if you are not comfortable with that or if anything that is written triggers you in any way. Please skip this chapter, suicide is never the answer and I know how cliche that sounds. But, please reach out to someone if you are having these thoughts or have a plan. Though the main character in this story has yet to do so please know that IT IS okay to reach out. I know that whoever is reading this doesn't know me at all so you may think that I don't care. Or that this community or fandom doesn't care about you, please don't ever think that if you need someone to reach out to. Call this if you live in the USA the national suicide prevention lifeline is 1-800-273-8255. If you live in Canada the number is 1-833-456-4566. There are so many that I could list but please reach out if needed.

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"Marinette please let's go home, you're gonna get sick out here." A chuckle escaped my lips as I stared at the water.

"Tell Master Fu that I really did try okay."

"What are you talking about you're one of the best ladyb~." I took out my earrings before she could finish. Letting the pair of creation waltz in my hand. Slowly guiding it over the stone wall wanting to let them go.

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'Better yet just throw them as hard as you can. Letting them sink to the bottom of the Seine' That negative yet calming voice danced in my mind.

"I-I-I can't do this to Ti-Tikki" I choked out. Reaching into my purse to pull out the small miraculous box. The small black box with the red Chinese ideogram. Placing the black earrings inside, I put them back into my purse. Then pulled out the box cutter feeling the weight in my hand.

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Chat Noir's POV

"Damning" my lady had actually used the word damning. Of course, being a miraculous holder came with issues. That being in charge of the miraculous of creation must take a toll. But was it enough for her to quit being Ladybug? Did she really think that she couldn't talk to me? Especially when I notice when she winced when I touched her arm. Hell, I was mentally scolding myself why did I say being a hero was liberating. Yet before I could even apologize, she had flown away Staring after her in awe I felt uneasy about our conversation.

Grabbing my baton, I decided to patrol all of Paris without her. Jumping from building to building and a couple of hours later it was around three in the morning. Eventually, I had made my way over to one of way favorite late-night spots. The Pont Marie bridge in all its glory, standing at the end near a statue that greeted me. Leaning against it I detransformed and fed Plagg my kwami of destruction. About to explore I heard a choking sound further down. Sounds like someone needed help.

"Plagg claws out" I whispered transforming back I slowly made my way across the long bridge. Thanking the power of the miraculous for my night vision even though the bridge had light. Though with it being so early in the morning they were shut off. Walking closer I froze when I recognized a familiar bluenette in pigtails. But it wasn't m 'lady but my classmate Marinette. Why was she out here so far from home and why was she out here in pajamas. Especially how cold it was getting out here.

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*Trigger Warning*

Marinette's POV

Placing my purse on the ground I gently took off my slippers. Gasping at the coldness of the cobblestones. Slowly holding onto each red hair tie I pulled them off, letting them fall into the water. With the box cutter, I extended the blade. Then placed it against my left wrist. Digging it into my skin and dragging it vertically. Droplets of blood slowly forming as I switched the blade to my other hand. Repeating the process only this time deeper.