Firebird

4.1

Reality or a Mirage

I sat in front of the vanity as the piano played from the speaker. "Moonlight Sonata" echoed through my room as I layered mascara onto my lashes and picked out the best hue to use as a shadow.

I take my brush, sweep up the vibrant color, and delicately paint my eyes. I then reached for the dangling earrings holding a beautiful padparadscha sapphire in each dangle, reminding me of a beautiful sunset.

I turned to the side and began to put the earring into my left ear before my eyes caught a familiar jewel seated on my ring finger.

He slides the ring onto my finger as I stare in both awe and utter confusion. "You'll know when it's the right time."

I stare at the jewel, now noticing the intricacies of the jewel, the words etched into the sides, "My Princess." I could feel the tears threaten to fall and the piano in the background seemed to resonate all throughout me.

I could picture it now, the late evenings we would spend together, the games we would play, the nonsense talks, the serenades on the piano, and the warmth I would have when he held me close.

And with just a few words, it was all gone, taken away with no remorse.

I tilted my head down, not daring to ruin the makeup I had just perfected. I was above this, I know I am, but to loose someone I held so dear for a major part of my life was something that ca break even the strongest of people.

I notice the ring again and steel myself, sliding the ring off my finger and setting it down on my vanity.

I needed closure, and this is the way to start.

Taking a deep breath, I turn off the music and head out of my room, not failing to notice how empty the large mansion was now. No more late night reality show binges with my mom, no more squabbles with Damian, and no more Team FireKitty.

Heck, I don't even know if Luka or Chloe will ever hold a miraculous again if there is a new secret guardian.

I glanced towards the kitchen counter seeing the remains of our last plan: the blueprints of the Agreste mansion and our mini figurines all in our respective spots.

My fingers started to claw into my palms as I walked towards the kitchen. I grabbed the papers and balled them up, throwing them into the trash. I then reached for the figurines, but something deep inside me told me not to trash them.

But when I mean something deep inside me, I really meant Flaame whispering in my ear, "Dooooon't doooo iiiiitttt." she sang, acting as if she was a ghost.

I stopped and turned to her, "What are you doing?"

Flaame stopped and smiled, "Being your conscience, I know you don't really want to give him up. Remember when you first came here, how you ogled over him."

My face flushed, "I did not ogle, I simply had a glance." Flaame snorted, "That's not what you did to Chat Noir."

My lips pursed, "Why does that even matter, we broke up didn't we?" Flaame nodded, "You did, but you didn't believe it."

I sighed, "Well, I believe it now, okay? Say whatever you want, but it's over. I can tell he has no intentions of getting back together." I then glanced down towards the blond figurine in my hands and with a deep breath, sat it back onto the kitchen counter.

"Fine, I'll leave it." I say as I walk out, heading towards the front door, "But don't think that means I'm going to go and run back to him."

Flaame smirked, "I never said you would. That's below you."