A Little Too Soon for Goodbye

16 -My Lady

A week and a half later I go home, feeling broken. The chemo didn't work. My body is weaker then we all thought it was, and I almost died. I could have come home sooner, but Plagg was worried that it wasn't out of my system and so I stayed for an extra three days.

I decided to change it so my school was online, because of how sick I am getting, so since school started two days ago I haven't been behind.

I walk into the bakery with my parents, and my dad brings my bag upstairs. The last week of throwing up and going into cardiac arrest one more time after the first has drained me.

All I want to do is sleep.

I get to my room, completely out of breath, and climb up the last few stairs into my bed. I curl up under the blanket almost immediately, and seconds later I am asleep.

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I wake up some time later, quickly change my clothes, brush my teeth, and go downstairs. In the living room is Adrien and his family, along with my parents.

I give them a small smile, and sit down on the only open spot on the couch, which is in between the edge of the couch and Adrien.

Lately, our families have been getting together a lot. On Christmas Day we went over to their house, and spent the day there. On new years, we spent it in my hospital room, and now they're here. I can tell that our parents hang out without me and Adrien, and I'm glad that they are getting close.

I listen to their conversation, and Adrien puts his arm around my shoulder. I snuggle into his side, and close my eyes. I take a deep breath, smelling laundry, sunshine, and mint. It smells like home. It smells like him.

I must doze off at some point, cause Adrien is slightly shaking my shoulder. "Marinette, it's time for dinner." He says, and I nod. I get up, and he helps me into the kitchen.

I get a small portion of the chicken and rice my parents made, and sit down on the couch. Adrien sits next to me, and the adults sit at the table. "How has school been? And your photo shoots?" I ask. I haven't seen him since January 2nd, and today is the 5th.

"It's been okay. I've missed you, and so has everyone. Soon we should all get together and hang out." I nod, and smile. "But maybe this time I shouldn't have a hallucination causing tumor."

He chuckles, but I can tell he doesn't mean it. At least not full heartedly. I think back to those few days, and how after only a day he got to me.

I place my head on Adrien's shoulder, and whisper, "sorry." "It's alright." He says back. We finish our food in silence, and he takes my plate as he stands up to put his in the sink.

He walks back over, and asks, "do you want to go upstairs?" I nod, and he helps me to my feet. We go up to my room, and he looks around.

His eyes land on the boxes in the corner, and he raises an eyebrow. "I started going through my stuff. I don't want it to be too painful for my parents to go through everything after... you know. And since I'm starting to slow down I decided to start now before I completely shut down and can't take care of myself anymore."

He gives me a sad look, and gently pulls me into his arms. He holds me close, and I can tell it's more for him then it is for me.

"Want to go up on the balcony?" I ask, and his chin lightly hits the top of my head as he nods. I go up the stairs to my bed, and he follows me. I open the trap door, and he pushes me up when my arms struggle to pull me up.

He comes up a few seconds later, and he leans against the rail next to me. I slightly shiver, wishing I brought a blanket up, and he asks, "are you cold?" I nod, and ask, "can you grab the extra blanket off of my bed for me?" He nods, and walks back over a few seconds later.

He wraps the blanket around him, then he stands behind me, pulling me against his chest. He's so warm, even in the chilled weather. We stand in silence, and watch as the clouds turn a beautiful mix of orange, pink, and yellow.

I smile, taking in the view. "I'm scared." I say, breaking the comfortable silence. "Me too." He says, hugging me closer to him. He gently kisses the top of my head, and even with how right this feels, I know it's wrong.

He keeps his lips there, and mine quiver as I whisper, "I don't want to hurt you." I slightly sniffle, and he shakes his head. "You won't."

"I am."

He turns me around, shaking his head, and places his hands on either side of my face. He rests his forehead against mine, and closes his eyes. We share air, and he smells amazing.

"My Lady, you could never hurt me enough for me to not want to be with you. We might only have 4 months left, but let's make the most of these few months."

His eyes open, and I am staring deep into his green eyes. They're such a strange shade, yet I can't help but love them even more each time I look in them.

I wrap my arms around his waist, and slightly lean forward. He does too, and our lips barely touch. It's not even a kiss, our lips are just against each others. He presses his slightly harder against mine, and I do the same.

He pulls away, and I look up at him. His eyes are full of adoration and love, and I hope mine look the same. He leans back in, and I do too. This kiss is rougher. More sure of each other, and knowing that this is what we both want.

He presses me against the railing, intensifying the kiss, and the cold makes me gasp. He freezes and pulls back, a shy smile on his face. "Sorry." He whispers, smiling at me. "It's okay." I say, smiling back.

I lean my head into his shoulder, and hug him tight, wishing this could last forever.