✓ | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, daminette

viii. 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

ah, i'm so sad to see this story end.

"There is no real ending, it's just the place where you stop the story."  — Frank Herbert

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— MARINETTE BEAMED at her green-eyed son - his eyes were just like his father's - as he took his first steps.

"Damian," she called out into the apartment. "Hurry up, Elijah's taking his first steps!"

Within seconds, her husband of five years was by her side, grinning at their son.

Elijah turned his big forest-green eyes at the two of them, as he held out his hands, trying to catch them.

Marinette smiled giddily at him, cooing as he took shaky steps towards her.

"Come on, mon cheri, you can do it!"

Elijah grinned at her toothily, attempting to walk faster now.

All of a sudden, he tripped over a stray toy and was about to fall flat on his face when strong arms caught him.

"Nice try, Eli," Damian cradled Elijah in his arms. "Amazing for the first time."

Marinette beamed at the almost-identical pair, snapping a picture of them both.

Elijah gurgled happily and laughed as Damian tickled him.

Awwing, Marinette huffed slightly when her phone rang.

"Hello?" she asked, still snapping pictures of Damian and Elijah.

Chloe Bourgeois's haughty voice was heard over the phone. Damn, Marinette hadn't spoken to her in years. "Wayne. Turn on the news channel right now."

Shooting an odd look at the phone, Marinette groped for the remote, switching on the TV.

Alya Cesaire yelled loudly as the police escorted her from the mental hospital.

"You can't do this-" She was yelling furiously, struggling. "I am a reporter and have every right to-"

The captain crossed his arms and glared at the so-called reporter. "Actually, Mdm. Cesaire, we have every right to, especially after the four warnings we have issued. As of now, Alya Cesaire you are under arrest."

Alya gaped at the man in front of her, protests momentarily stopped. "What? But you can't arrest me-"

She blinked owlishly as the flash of a camera was used on her. A mildly but still qualified reporter held the microphone out to her and asked questions in rapid succession. "Mdm. Cesaire, how does it feel to be-"

"That's enough." The captain said sternly, ordering his men to take the prisoner to the van.

Alya was still blinking as she was shoved into the van, handcuffs tightened on her wrists.

How-how did it even come to this?

In high-school, she was famous for her blog, not infamous. Millions of people followed her blog daily, Alya was on her way to become a famous reporter.

Then Lila came. And she had so many amazing stories to share, and Alya shared it for her. She didn't understand why no one would believe her.

Lila would never lie to her...wouldn't she?

Nino Lahiffe sighed as Alya was dragged off by the police. To be honest, he never really understood how Alya could still believe Lila after Marinette blew up at them like that.