Sandboy 2.0

2.4

Author's Note: I will be ending this fanfic soon. Personally, I haven't liked it that much so I'm going to try and make it end with a bang. No, I don't ship Chat Blanc with Mari 💀. I have no idea how it's gotten to the point it hints at that so much. I do think Chat Blanc is a trauma thing for her, and trauma tends to be oddly comforting when you're trying to move on from it. Like you don't want it to go away because it's too hard to move on. That's what Marinette is going through. I also kinda hate Adrien and Mari's relationship so I will be fixing that pronto. Soooooo let me know in the comments, what are your guyses thoughts? Song of the chapter is cardigan by Taylor Swift

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Marinette's perspective:

I woke up in a field, the loveseat in my therapist's office turning to soft grass.

There are people dancing in the distance.

Three children, two parents.

I walk closer,  but they don't see me.

I start to recognize the parents,

The raven black hair,

The blonde mop.

I smile a little bit and giggle at the three children.

A little boy is being dragged by his collar by a younger girl.

A second boy sits in the grass and plays with a little bug he found.

"Isn't this nice?"

I look over,

Chat Blanc stands next to me, smiling at the sight.

"Where are we?" I whisper.

He looks at me, endearment in his eyes.

"Your future. With Adrien."

I smile at the sight.

Adrien and I sit next to each other, talking and enjoying each other's company.

The little girl spots me and walks over, then stops in front of me, playing with her dress.

"When are you going to let go?"

I look at her, eyebrows furrowed. 

"What?"

She looks up at me with kind innocent eyes.

"When are you gonna let go mommy?"

I stare at her for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Everything goes black.

I see myself on the floor of the bakery, bleeding out.

Just like that day.

She looks up at me and reaches out a hand.

Blood drips from her mouth as she opens it.

"When are you going to let go?"

She says.

I kneel down at my dying self and hug her.

"I'm letting go."

"I promise."

I look back at her, but now she's Chat Blanc.

"Good," He says caressing my cheek, as he stands up, and joins his mother and yet another version of me.

This must be the Mari he knew.

The Mari that died.

They all turn around, walking off to wherever people go when they die.