Secret Bond [COMPLETED]

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Marinette sat on her bed, her knees held tightly against her chest.

"She's been like that all week. She won't move, talk or eat. She hardly sleeps," Sabine told Alya.

"Do you know why?" Alya asked.

"No. Adrien's been by a few times to see if he could help, but she won't talk to him either," Sabine answered.

"Have you considered taking her to a psychiatrist?" Alya glanced at her friend.

"We've suggested it a few times to her but each time we do, she begins screaming and crying. She just wants to be left alone," Sabine answered. 

"It's so bizarre. She was all happy and bubbly just a few weeks ago. She couldn't stop talking about her secret boyfriend, and then she seemed alright last week. Still happy, a little moody and sick. But she was fine, now ... I just don't understand," Alya sighed.

The two soon left the room and a tear slid down Marinette's face. She reached and picked up her phone, her hand shaking slightly. She had a hundred missed calls and 200 texts from Chat Noir. She unlocked her phone and went to her stopwatch. There was 5 seconds left.

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Then there was a knock. 

There was always a knock. Always at 6 o'clock sharp. 

She ignored it. 

He knocked harder.

She didn't move. 

Chat was fed up with her. 

"Cataclysm!" He shouted.

Marinette's eyes widened, she forgot he could do that.

His hand touched the door.

Marinette gasped as black ash fell onto her bed, followed by a black cat.

"You're going to tell me what's wrong right now," He growled.