Who?

9

I'm walking through the garden right now to visit Marinette's grave. Sabine and Tom are already there. I don't know who's idea it was to bury my wife on my property because it's gated. When I found this out I gave them a key. They've had it for all three years.

"Hey," I say quietly.

"Oh, Adrien. Hello... we were just about to leave."

"No, no don't leave. I want to talk...about her."

The tension was thick.

I sat down next to them and stared at the stone.

"Y'know I remembered but I didn't want to. It stayed in the back of my mind. All I wanted to know was who was the second person. So I tried to recover memories of him instead. I apologize. I should've-"

"It's ok Adrien we already forgive you. We just want you to forgive yourself."

I looked up at them with tears in my eyes.

"I recently remembered him. My son. Hugo. I mean I had already known about him but I only just recently remembered what happened with him before the accident. You were one of his last conversations, Sabine."

She just smiled and nodded.

"Mrs. Sabine, Marinette and I's stuff is being brought back to the house next week. I'd love it if you could come with the rest of my friends and go through it with me. You can even bring stuff from the bakery if you like."

"Are you sure?" Tom asked.

"Absolutely."

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I'm surrounded by all my friends and we're going through the stuff. I'm currently surrounded by all sorts of my old belongings and the cardboard boxes. I've chosen not to socialize much at this particular event. People all around are finding different things and asking about them. I give them a brief memory and they leave me alone. I think the only person I've had a long conversation with is Kang because somehow, to my brain, speaking in a different language doesn't count.

"Wassup, Uncle."

Emma walked over.

We quickly did our handshake before she sat down.

I see her holding something behind her back.

"What's that?" I point to her right hand.

It can't be the rings. I already found those in a different box.

She opens her hands and I gasp.

A picture book.

"Marinette loved making picture books. She filled them with every picture from every moment. She even took some pictures of you when you were a baby. There are three in total. I'll have to find the others later."

"Cool!"

"Mhm..."

"Um Uncle Dri...were you and Marinette friends before you fell in love."

"Yes."

"Close friends."

"Yes. Why?"

"How old were you when you found out you loved her."

"Why? You're 12."

"Almost 13."

"Ok?"

Emma looked down kinda flustered.

"Oh?"

Suddenly another child walked over.

"Hello Mr. Agreste. You must be Emma's Uncle."