Gabenath Oneshots [Discontinued And Completed]

The End of Mayura

Nathalie decides to end it all. She’s on top of the Eiffel Tower, nowhere to go but down. She lets herself fall, the concrete is getting closer and closer, she closes her eyes and waits for it, instead of landing on the hard ground, his arms catch her. 

She signs her name with a shaky hand as another tear falls onto the letter in front of her. She can't do it anymore. She leaves it on her dresser, someone will find it. Whoever wants to go into her room first after her planned incident. 

“I’m sorry,” she whispers as she steals the peacock brooch from the sleeping Agreste. 

He had become oddly possessive of the miraculous as he was Shadowmoth more often. Now it was time for Mayura’s return, although it would only be the end of her. 

“Miss Nathalie, you shouldn't be up,” Duusu tries to warn her. 

“Don’t worry, this will be the last time I transform,” Nathalie swears. 

“Are you alright, miss? You're crying. Mister Gabriel is slowly leaning away from his goal if that's what is worrying you.”

It was true, Gabriel hadn't transformed recently and maybe that only made it worse. She couldn't be Mayura, she was helping him the way she used to, she couldn’t stand for long periods of time still. Nathalie felt useless, no, she knew she was useless and so she was going to fix that problem. 

“Duusu, spread my feathers,” she commands, ignoring the kwami. 

The air feels cold, Nathalie blames it on the weight loss from having been sick but she knows that's not the only reason why she has been losing weight. She can't even tell you the last time she ate when she was hungry and now she almost always stopped before she was full. The more she did it, the more food just became generally revolting. A cruel cycle, but one she was getting used to. 

Standing on top of the Eiffel Tower, there's no feeling. There is no fear of falling, no rush from being up so high, no appreciation of the view, she was just empty. 

“Fall my feathers,” she whispers.

Before Duusu can protest, Nathalie drops the brooch onto a small platform beneath her. 

She knows Duusu would try and stop her, she doesn't want to be stopped. She has thought this through though, nothing is stopping her. 

“Nowhere to go but down,” Nathalie mumbles and jumps from where she is. 

Falling was always one of those feelings that nobody had control over. 

Falling asleep, as difficult as it could be some nights, just happened after time. 

Falling in love was something a person could never notice until their feelings all clash together. 

Falling into place was something that happened naturally, whether it was a sports team, a job, everyone would find their role. 

Nathalie found falling to her death was a similar experience, one that neither herself nor anyone else could stop. 

She closes her eyes as the ground becomes closer. Nathalie doesn't know what to expect as she becomes nearer the ground. She just knows it's better than what she has been going through. 

Nathalie exhales as she finally hits, something a lot softer than concrete should be. She opens her eyes and there is Hawkmoth looking down at her. Relief is very evident on his face as she opens her eyes. He had done it, he had saved her.  

“Nathalie!” He exclaims as he ducks into an alley, a villain, especially while carrying a civilian, would draw attention out in the open, “what do you think you were doing?”