Miraculous short- stories book 3 by Summer Cheng @SummerCheng37.

The Telegram Part 2 by Summer Cheng@SummerCheng37

     Marinette's POV:

       I had become friends with Kagami but mistakenly introduced her to Adrien. How was I supposed to know he would end up with her? I shook my head. 

       I had not shed a tear since I found out she was dead.  I  did not know her that well. I do recall she was my rival.  It was not her fault.  I blamed Adrien for it all.  It was like he did not even care that I loved him. Why had he chosen her over me? 

        I showed up to the funeral in the hopes of seeing a glance of Adrien. Sure, he was there.  I brought him the miraculous dragon which had the kwami with it. I felt it was appropriate since the deceased had been dating him.  I sighed. Why was I so bad at communication?  Was that it?  

        

     I felt guilty as the others hugged me. I could tell they were glad I had come. Nino and Alya seemed shaken up about the entire thing. Those two smiled when they saw me, but I could tell they were not thrilled to see me. I suppose I could not blame them. I had cut off ties with them and Adrien since he became Kagami's boyfriend.   I stayed for the food. The entire time I tried hard to show that I was sorry for their great loss. Sorry for being such a horrid friend.

      I'm sorry for the letter I wrote to her, for sending it, for the train wreck, and for everything else. I hugged Adrien. I saw the tears he shed for her.  I felt like a rotten person. Here I was wishing things had been different. I grieved in my way.  I grieved for what could have been for all the sleepless, restless nights I had due to visions of her and him, for all the days I wasted away not being there for her. I knew she needed me to understand. I had not even tried to see things from her point of view.  I was a selfish person.  I knew it then, and I knew it now.

         "Well, I better go," I said. I left without another word to anyone. I felt the weight pull me downwards again and again. I felt the long-delayed tears fall as I headed to the hotel. I did not dare to wipe them away. I sat on the bed unsure how to continue with my poor excuse for a life. I sighed. 

           "Kagami, I am sorry." I whispered in the silence of the night. I felt I owed her an apology.  In some small way, I felt responsible that she was dead in the ruins of the train that took her life. I had not been there, but I had wished her to be out of our lives. Was that the same thing as killing her?  Was I guilty of murder by thoughts of hatred, envy, and more?

              

             The story continues in The Telegram Part 3

         Until then,

          bye-bye,

        little owlets!

      Summer out!