They all say that I fell for him due to the moment where he held out his arm to provide me with an umbrella, a shield upon my head to protect me from the rain of arrows above. He didn't have to give me his mothers' umbrella. Surely, it was pleasant of him to do so but he met me just over a day ago and I did have feelings of hate towards him merely hours ago, Which were soon re-replaced with love and stuttering. His mother was deceased and that might have been his only memory of her. I wouldn't have accepted if I knew it was his mothers'. The day that I realised it was hers was when we snuck out to the movies to watch his mothers' film "solitude", which was produced by the mayor of Paris and the father of that former bratty snob Chloe, his adopted daughter. Adriens' Mother was carrying the umbrella right at the start of the show before it got interrupted by Gorizilla- an akumatized victim of the original hawkmoth. Even after praying on innocent victims, terrorising Paris all for a selfless act, I pray he rests in peace. Bunnix was right. Time travel is severely risky and confusing, changing something insignificant in the past has future-changing results. Memories however are fragile, they need to remain in order like Kagami Tsurugi once said. Of course, she was speaking from incidents of the past- her memories. The ones of how her mother was not always strict and physically blind. They have to remain in order. Breaking the order results in your mind going insane: I should know. Diaries have so much use and memories. Unfortunately, everything has to have a negative. Diaries in the wrong hand still provide the same use. It made me overthink the questions I asked about myself, the ones where Tikki supported me. Considering Sabrina tried to get into my diary and failed calmed me for a few seconds before realising that my creation of not letting anyone in the diary failed. From analysing all my diary entries from all timelines, they were written differently. Not too differently. Time travel and teleportation are nothing like what's said in science fiction. Science books are far from reality. It's all just assumptions and predictions. There aren't bright lights and tunnels to pass along. It's a feeling, a pain of being squeezed through something way too small for your body. The feeling is unforgettable: Every bone is pulverised; every organism shredded; your epidermis ripped vigorously. It's rapid. Takes a millisecond. My love story with the deceased famous fashion designer is complex and goes against the order of nature. But in the end, love conquers all like Miss Bustier quoted. It turns out she is not only the mother of her newly born daughter Olivia but also Sabrina Raincomprix, holder of the dog miraculous. That was only known when Officer Rogers had a job offer in London, which he later on declined. What he didn't decline was Sabrina's ex-boyfriend- Mark: Who is a talented writer assisting me with my diaries which is considerate of him knowing that he will be busy preparing for his wedding with Nathaniel. So to make it fair, I'd help design the suits! Love did conquer in the end. Master Fu was right when he told us that we're made for each other: now all he needs to tell us is how the hell he reached his age. It's funny how tikki and plagg knew we were rejecting each other for another. From my memories, our little adrienette love story happened with "FLUFF, SASS UNIFY".
