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I was a mess.
The day after we fought was sadder than the day before. The day after that was uncomfortable. And the day after that just hurt. My mother had noticed the drop in my mood, coming to visit me in my room, trying to coax some answers from me. A few days after the initial fight, my mother gave up, instead sighing as she watched me drag myself from place to place.
"Going out?" She asked, face lighting up as I reached for my wallet, which I'd left on our kitchen counter.
"Yep." I said, turning away.
I stepped into the brisk air, ducking my head to press my mask up my nose. I walked quickly, not bothering trying to stretch the awkward time with Chat. When I reached the bridge, he was already there, staring off into the distance like he belonged in an ad. Perhaps for a fragrance. Maybe for clothing.
I stepped up beside him, avoiding his eyes at all costs. There was the telltale click of a phone being unlocked, and I followed suit, clicking quickly over to the challenge. A beat passed before I turned to look at Chat, eyes boring directly ahead into his chest.
It was not a question that I'd hurt him. And it was not fair that I didn't apologize. But I couldn't bring myself to, for reasons I couldn't place.
Tilting my head up, Chat and I met for the quickest of kisses, much shorter than any of the other ones that we'd shared, even the tentative one we'd shared only ten or so days prior. It was less than a second, and once it was over, there was nothing to be said. I finally glanced up to Chat's eyes, needing to memorize the awe-inspiring color.
What I saw wasn't what I'd expected at all. His eyes were bloodshot, tired and red. He had noticed my eye contact, and responded with a questioning and hurt look, asking why I'd said what I'd said, why I'd broken what we'd had. But the worst part was the concern that managed to leak into the look. Asking if I'd been up at night, beating myself up over what happened. Asking for me to just say what I needed to say.
It was then it finally came to me. The reason why I'd put off apologizing: I was scared.
Shaking my head, I turned away. The walk back home was difficult as I bit back tears, trying not to collapse on the street. Once I'd made it to the bakery, I was ready to burst into wails, punch a few walls, and destroy more of the materialistic things I loved. "Marinette, mind helping me?" Father called, right as I tucked my mask into my bag.
"Sure, should I change?" I asked, not wanting to get dough or flour over some of my better clothes.
"No, no." Dad said dismissively.
Dropping my bag behind the counter, I stepped into the kitchen. "Yeah?" I said, hearing my voice come out warped.
"Marinette, are you alright?" Dad asked, wiping his hands on a towel before leaning back against the counter.
"No." I said, feeling the inevitable onslaught of tears that came to my eyes.
"Come here." Papa suggested, holding out his arms.
Reaching up to try and erase the moisture forming below my eyelids, I stumbled over into my father's arms, thankful for the comfort they'd never failed to provide. "Talk to me." Papa started, pressing a kiss to my head.
"I messed up, Papa. I messed up bad." I said, moving to embrace him back.
"With a friend?"
"Well... yeah, a friend, I guess." I said, trying not to get too detailed.
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31 Days
Fanfiction31 days. 31 days to fall in love. The 31st to say good-bye, to break your heart. December ends, January begins. But those 31 days aren't going to leave you all that easily. -[-]- The 31 day challenge has been sweeping the nation. Teens all ove...
