Miraculous One-Shots

"It's Okay"

So this story was based on a writing prompt Wednesday post  that I found on Pinterest from tomiadeyemi.com. I thought the prompt would make a cool story for a one-shot, so here is the result. Since it was requested, I am in the process of writing a part two to this that should be up in the upcoming days depending on when I can snag some free time. Enjoy!

Adrien's POV

She hasn't talked to me all day; well, she actually hasn't talked to anyone all day, not even Alya. Not since what happened earlier. She doesn't want to talk to anyone. She even seems cautious breathing around people. It's weird, not seeing her laughing and smiling like she usually does. Not even hearing her voice whatsoever. She just doesn't seem like herself. She seems... broken; she's in pain all because of one person currently smirking as she walks past the room Marinette and I are currently sitting in. I look away from the door and wipe the disgusted expression off of my face with my hand, letting out a sigh. I turn my attention towards Marinette and study her face. She still has the same expression she did hours ago... She hasn't even acknowledged me sitting in the same room as her. She just keeps sketching, seeming to be absolutely oblivious to the hate filled world surrounding her, not letting anyone know how she is truly feeling and keeping it all bottled up inside. I know this is a big risk and she may hate me afterwards, but gathering up the courage, I get up from the desk I was seated in and walked over to her, sitting in the seat next to her. Here goes nothing...

"Marinette, talk to me... are you alright?" I ask genuinely concerned for her. She doesn't respond at first and we continue to sit in a thick silence. After a long and dreadful pause, her hand moves to her eyes and wipes, what I presume is a tear or two from her bluebell eyes before looking up and locking eyes with me.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Just lost in thought I guess..." She replies with a fake smile that quickly dissipated within seconds. She's the same way she was before... well, at least I got her to talk.

"Is this about what Chloe said to you earlier?" Uncertainty present in my voice, unsure of her next reaction. I sat next to her with my hands flat on the table top, fiddling them as a silence fell of the room once again. When she didn't answer me right away, I knew the answer. I always knew Chloe and Marinette weren't on the best terms, and I never knew why, but I never knew that something Chloe would say to her could affect Marinette this much. Marinette was always so positive, so why would she let one person bring her down like that?

"Listen, Marinette, don't listen to Chloe, she doesn't know what she's talk-"

"It's not just Chloe..." She interrupted, still looking down at her sketchbook like she had been, then letting her gaze wander over to the window.

"What do you mean? Who else makes you feel like this?" I asked as I rested a hand on her shoulder. I never realized that other people made her feel like this. She was built like a fortress; nothing ever knocked her down or made her feel bad about herself like this. I just don't get it. So lost in thought, I could barely make out a whisper of a voice that escaped her lips.

"Why don't people like me?" She asked as tears began to roll down her face. My grasp on her shoulder loosened and my heart broke as I noticed her face contort with confusion and a sense of sadness.

"What?" I asked, confused at her sudden question. She looked at me and locked her gaze with mine; blue to green.

"Why don't people like me? I haven't done anything to make people not like me, have I? So... why do people treat me like I'm nothing?" I turned towards her as she finished speaking, more tears rolling down her face and more building up in her eyes to follow. Everything she said confused me; yet opened a new side of her that I never knew existed. I was getting to know her better, not exactly in the way I wanted to, but it was progress... right?

"Who has made you feel like this, if you don't mind me asking?" I asked her, concerned for my best friend.

"Most of the people in our class have at one point or another," She starts, wiping tears from her blue eyes, blinking the others that threaten back, "Chloe, Sabrina, Kim. Even Alya and Nino have at some point." She then stopped, looking away from me. "And..." She stopped again, still looking away from me and I became even more confused at the current situation as silence filled the space between us again.

"And?" I asked again, confused and concerned about her.

"And you." She simply replied, continuing to look away from me and out the window. My heart shattered into a million pieces right there. I had been hurting her? I never knew she felt this way; I wish she would have told me this a lot earlier. I never would have guessed that these people, including me, could damage her this much on the inside. She looked back at me and tried to find a smile to fake as she stared into my eyes, tears hiding behind a fake facade.

"I guess you didn't know that, huh?" She asked with tears filling her sparkling eyes as the last ounce of happiness seemed to fade from them right then and there.

"Marinette... I..."

"It's alright Adrien..."

"No it isn't! If I hurt you, I want to know what I did so that I can fix my mistake!" I said as I grabbed her shoulders gently, yet firmly and looked in her sparkling eyes. "You're my friend Marinette..."

"That's it." She started, looking away from me once again, "I'm a friend, and it isn't even your fault that I'm hurting inside; it's my own."

"Marinette?"

"I never told you told you how I felt about our relationship. Chloe does everything in her power to make sure of that too, and does whatever it takes to bring my confidence down to floor level. All I want is for people to understand me; that's what I've wanted my entire life.

"M-marinette..." When this one didn't get through to her either, I decided against trying again and just listened to her as intently as I could; focusing on every word that escaped her lips.

"I have made so many mistakes that I just want to make up for. I push the people away who try to help me the most. I have been pushing away the person who loved me and I was too blind to see it and too deaf to listen to him. The person who cares about me..." She was silent for only a moment as she looked as though she was having an internal struggle with herself.

"I had been pushing away my partner..." She looked up at me and instantly knew that she had said too much, placing a hand "casually" over her mouth.

"Your partner, what do you mean?" I took a chance at the question that I didn't expect she would answer.

"Well, uh, um, I meant..." She stuttered continuously for a few moments until something clicked in my brain and the similarities seemed to appear out of thin air.

"My Lady?" I asked her, not knowing her next reaction... or if I was even correct with my accusation. At this point, I noticed that she started to tremble at the thought of the situation she had gotten herself into. I could tell, she wasn't ready to face this. She started to cry and that was an instant instinct for me to hug her; I couldn't just let her sit there and hurt, she needed to know that I was there for her. I hugged her for a long time, scooting my chair closer to hers and stroked her hair and talked quietly to her.

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm here, don't worry. I'm not gonna let anyone else hurt you and I'm never going to hurt you again. We don't need to keep secrets anymore. Shhhh. It's over." Suddenly, she looked up at me with fear glazed over her eyes and dug her face into my neck, trembling again. We both took note to the distant fluttering sound. Looking around, I noticed a butterfly; black laced with glowing dark purple veins.

"No... it's not." She answered. "It hasn't even begun."

Thanks for reading! Again, working on part two. Should be out soon!