Night watcher, I am Chloe Bourgeois! || Miraculous Ladybug

Dreams and Discussion (season 2)

𝗔/𝗻:
𝗬𝗼! 𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲! 𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴! 

𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝟮.

𝗘𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

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I remember fainting in front of the hospital door where my butler was admitted, I also remember the enormous pain I felt after de-transforming like a core memory and the ear bursting ranging vibration in my ears.

After that, I had a dream. Many dreams to be specific.

Those that were nostalgic.

In which I was with my family, not the Bourgeois family but 'my' family.

My mumma was scolding us siblings because we broke her favorite vase while playing tag in the house and we started crying.

It was a dream of a distant memory where I was only 13. A teenager with childish tendencies. My older brother was 15 while my little brother was 8.

Despite the age difference we were just like toddlers, a real pain for our parents and darling children for our grandparents.

Another one was when papa returned from his business trip after a whole week and we practically threw ourselves at him because we all missed him. He also grabbed us just as tight with a huge smile.

That night he fed us three children with his own hands.

One by one I revisited long forgotten memories.

My three silly friends and the silly time we spent together making fun of each other, collectively disgusting over seeing anyone's ex, ghost dance with black goggles on our pajama parties.

My devastation for the first time failing in an important test.

My first teenage puppy love.

Mumma being so angry that she didn't talk to us the whole day so we had to beg for her forgiveness.

My papa's secret obsession with sweets, that he thought only mumma knew.

My brother's first love and him being love sick because of it, followed by a bad break up.

My bitter sweet memories of our school graduation.

Movie nights, playing in parks, family vacations.

Finding how fun reading novels can be and annoying my little brother by telling all the stories I read.

The hard struggling days to prepare for the civil servant exams.

My breakdowns.

Finally cracking the exam and getting the job and the happiness that followed.

My brother's marriage and the happiest face he made while looking at my sister in law in bridal dress.

My niece's birth and how us three siblings were practically ready to spoil her rotten.

Then my little brother's success in his love life and the failure of my own.

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There were many more I saw, ones that I have even forgotten.

Soon I saw how I was slowly consuming myself in my work and started to neglect my family because of it.

Work, work, and work again. Office work, field work, too many meetings, assisting the newcomers—day and night I was only working.