Crumbling Down

That ends well

Today's the day. The one I've been dreading for weeks now. The day where Luka and I must both make the journey back to Paris; unable to see one another so often. We best figure out something soon... well I don't even want to go there. 

I'm going to have to go and see ladybug later tonight, make sure that she knows I'm back in Paris, ready and able to fight Hawkmoth. It'll be so freeing to be able to jump amidst the rooftops after so long under the cover of night. 

This morning was amazing I woke up with Luka in my arms, I hated to wake him, but we had to start packing up. Thankfully we didn't have to pack up much more than what we brought as we didn't do much sightseeing, aside from the required photoshoots my father forced me into. We even picked up a few nicknacks here and there; I a blue scarf, which Luka thought would look dashing on me and he a bracelet with beads made of shells. 

Now that my suitcase has been packed, scarf and all. I make my way with it down the many flights of stairs, I thought I'd find the amount of stairs annoying, but I find that I've quite enjoyed running up and down them with Luka these past few weeks. Maybe it's just that he makes everything twice as enjoyable as before, always making me smile, laugh and feel alive. 

About halfway down to the main entrance hall, I hear a loud thunk from above; guess that Luka is on his way down too. I'm tempted to just knock my suitcase down the stairs and chase after it, but alas, some fragile things held within, and I'd rather not see them broken. 

Finally placing my suitcase near the door I head off to meet Luka, who has just reached the base of the stairs. Moving his suitcase out of the way I pull him in for a short kiss, my hands going to rest on his shoulders. Once his lips meet mine, my heart flutters, I don't think I'll ever get used to this feeling, I can feel myself smiling into the kiss, though sooner than I'd have liked we're pulling apart. 

"Well that was unexpected, may I ask why?" Luka whispers, his head just inches from my own.

"I'm just going to miss this," I say gesturing between us. 

Sighing he says, "Me too buttercup, me too. Now let's go make ourselves a nice breakfast while we still can."  he ends with a cheery smile. 

"So what do you want to make? Natalie says she'll be here at 10:30 am sharp and to be waiting outside for her with our things. Which means that we have around two and a half hours to do what we please." I finish with a wink. 

He blushes and pushes me lightly, "Sure Adrien I'd like that. And hows about some cut-up fruit with whipped cream and toast?"

"Sounds good to me," I say, "meet you in the kitchen!" I turn, bolting down the hallway throwing him a grin over my shoulder.

"Oh it's on!" he shouts then takes off after me, a smile on his face. 

I plant my hand on the doorframe so that I can better make the sharp turn, then come to a halt and begin to pull out some of the chopped fruit we had leftover from yesterday; while Luka comes through the door.  Out of the corner of my eye, I see him going to get out the usual pan used to make toast. Noticing that we're out of strawberries I go to pull out the container of strawberries, along with a cutting board and knife. 

Not long after, we're all set to have some fruit salad with whipped cream and toast. And I'll be damned if I have any thoughts that could spoil this; turns out my brain seems to be against me and brings up that this will probably be the best breakfast I'll have in a long while. As I'll have to go back on that diet my father came up with, for me to "look my best". I think it's a load of bull. But until I have more control over my life, I'm stuck with that bastard.