Where Does the Red String Go? -Miraculous Ladybug AU Soulmates

Chapter 34- No One Left

Marinette's POV

Marinette: ...

Marinette: Adrien

Marinette: Are you there?

I couldn't help myself but to keep texting him. I needed him to reply. He has to reply.

I turn off my phone and groan. Why would he reply? I still turn my phone on to continue to text though.

Marinette: It's really late

Marinette: Are you up?

Marinette: Look, you probably won't read this but I am sorry for what you saw. There's no explanation for it. I still don't know why I still care, or why you're so hurt from it but... just know that we're still friends...right?

I take a deep breath and send it. I just had to say it. I don't know why Adrien had such as strong reaction, or why I chased after him. Somehow, 'being just friends' didn't cut it. Was there something more?

I think back to all those times we hung out, those moments when his lips were inches from mine. They weren't 'just friends' moments were they? They were something more.

But we weren't actually dating were we? It just felt like it. He never formally asked me out. So it wasn't exactly cheating on him with Luka, was I? So then why was he so hurt?

Yawning, I lazily stretch my hand to hide my phone under my pillow. I was too tired to overanalyse now. It's just past midnight and my parents would kill me if they found out I was still texting. My eyelids close, just about to sleep. Ding!

My eyes shoot open. I forgot to turn my notifications off again. Groaning, I reach under the pillow and grapple to find the switch that turns it off. My fingers fumble, slipping as I growl in frustration. Where was the switch?!

Giving up, I yank my phone from under the covers and switch off the notification button. Finally! But in doing so my phone turns on, flooding me with bright light. Without meaning to, I read my notifications.

Adrien Agreste has read your message.

Adrien's POV

They all want to know why I ran.

"Who was the girl in the park? Did you know her? Is she a friend of yours?"

I don't answer them.

"Why did you run? Did the girl do anything to make you run? What did you say?"

I'm fed up with the famous life. The constant questions, the prying answers. Always putting up a smile, even if you're breaking inside. The fans that put you on a pedestal. I'm fed up, with all of it.

"What happened? Did the girl catch up you? What were you feeling in that moment?"

I miss my mother. Her honey-blonde hair and the twinkle in her eyes when she laughs. The smile that she kept wearing, even when she was mere moments from death. The warmth the radiates from her. Her arms when she hugged me, her scent of daisies and springtime. Her words when I was hurt, which were the cure to my wounds.

Where is she when I need her?

Where are her words to soothe my wounds? Why is it when I get the worst pain she isn't there to heal it?

"Adrien! Are you okay? Can you tell us more about the incident? What does your father think about this?"

Even in London, when I pretended to be interested in designing, my father still didn't care.

"Father? Do you think these cloths are good enough for your next line?" I had said, running the silk fabric with my forefinger and thumb. I looked up when he didn't respond. "Father?"

He'd brought his computer with him there too. I had watched the clothes flutter by on the screen, reflected in his glasses. Why did he never listen to me?

"What did you say Adrien?" he had said, his mind not focusing on my words. "I said that these cloths might be good for your-" my father turned away.

"Nathalie, could you please send me the measurements for the models?" he says.

Why didn't he just listen?! Rage had filled my chest.

"WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LISTEN TO ME FOR ONCE!" I shouted, my voice echoing across the empty room. Tears began to well on my face. "Ever since she died, all you've done is design clothes. Did you ever love her?" My voice broke.

"Why can't you just be a good father...for once?" I sobbed. Just this once. Just this once I could loosen my grip on all the emotions I'd hidden away for the past four years.

"It's like you've just forgotten her..." the tears had come like a river.

"What did I do to make her die?! What did I do to make you discard me like nothing?! I didn't ask for this! All I ever wanted... was love."

I wiped the tears away with the palm of my hand. I looked up at him, stared at his ash grey eyes in quiet fury.

"And you never gave it to me."

After my words, the room was filled with eerie silence. No one had moved. No one had breathed. I still stared at him, carefully watching his expression.

After a while, he sighed.

"Send him away."

That's how I ended up here, a week early from when I was supposed to be. I have no one left. The realisation of those words hits me like a dagger.

I have no one left.

"Adrien! Adrien! Are you okay? He's not responding. Get him to the hospital, quickly!"

I have no one left.

My ears ring like a church bell, my vision blurs until I can barely make out anything. The words bounce in my head.

I have no one left.

"The ambulance is arriving soon. He has a pulse. Adrien? Adrien! He's still not responding."

I have no one left.

Blackness threatens to take over my vision, everything's too loud, too quiet, too bright, too dark. It's everything and nothing at the same time.

I have no one left.

"Adrien! Wake up!"

The blackness is taking over, I really need it to consume me. Take me. Eat me. Devour me until there's nothing left but wisps of crumbs and thought.

I have no one left.

My vision fades into black. I surrender into the darkness's cold hands. I close my eyes, engulfed in loneliness.

I have no one left.

I let the darkness pull me away.

Even after everything, I still dream of her.