Talk to Me, Princess | Marichat - Miraculous Ladybug

Chapter Twenty Eight - To Believe Its All Been Worth The Fight

I can't believe this. That all this time Chat Noir has been Adrien Agreste.

How easy my life would have been had I never spent years rejecting Chat for Adrien.

I shake my head, forcing myself to snap back to reality and grab Adrien. Rushing to the window, I tug it open and stare at the half ripped screen. Grabbing onto the torn mesh, I pull it apart even more, quickly slipping out to throw my Yo-yo up and wrapping it around the broken Tv antenna.

It won't hold well, but it'll be enough to help ease our drop down.

"M'lady!" Adrien calls out right as the door is smashed open, hard enough to shatter the hinges. The people on the other side continuously ram into it, and I watch in horror as the wood splinters into sharp shards all around the dust covered room.

I grab Adrien fast, tugging him through the window with me. Body pressed against mine, hands grasping for a tight hold, I kick off and we drop to the ground.

My feet connect a little harshly, but I don't have the time to be hurt. Yanking my Yo-yo back into grasp, Adrien grabs my hand and starts running with me in tow.

If they have guns, we're in a lot of trouble. We can't possibly outrun bullets, it's a matter of how badly do they want my Miraculous?

If Adrien still has his, then it's safe to assume they have no idea he's Chat Noir. It needs to stay that way.

"Do not transform. No matter what." I gasp out between each pound of my feet on the earth, making sure we're a safe distance from the house.

As we approach the tree lines, the police come ripping into the property. I take a small peak, seeing not a single person following us.

Why aren't they following us? Wouldn't the goal be to capture me?

Something feels really wrong. That was a little too easy, all things considered.

After another few minutes of running through the woods, we slow to a stop. Huffing as we struggle to suck air into our desperate lungs, I turn to see Adrien.

He couldn't possibly look any worse. Just because he wasn't physically harmed doesn't mean this hasn't taken a huge toll on him. My heart breaks as I stare at him, his expression pained like he's moments away from a nervous breakdown.

I pull him into a hug, holding him tight. In doing so, he takes it as an invitation to fall apart. Leaning against me, he breaks down and starts crying. I don't say anything as I hold him against me, hand tangled in his hair as I push the back of his head to nuzzle his face into the crook of my neck.

I'm hurt by the games he was playing. I can't understand why he would flirt with me as both Adrien and Chat Noir. He would let me vent to him as Chat, but then let me pretend to be okay with him when he was just Adrien. He kissed me, touched me, loved me as both identities.

He was intentionally confusing me. And if this situation wasn't so dire, I would probably be so angry with him.

But at the end of the day, I'm sure he had his reasons. All that matters to me right now is that I love him, and he's safe. We have far bigger issues to bother dwelling on this.

Hawkmoth likely knows who I am now.

"I'm so sorry, Ladybug." Adrien cries out, his body wracking with sobs. I hold him close, letting him cry it out as I rub his back.