Passengers || An Adrienette Fanfic

Chapter 13 || Falling

I felt cold walking through the streets of Paris. My body was slightly shaking from the weather, even though I was wrapped up in layers and layers of clothes. Butterflies were fluttering and buzzing around in my stomach as I finally stood in front of the Eiffel Tower.

It was beautiful.

The huge structure lit up the whole sky with its hundreds of lights and the large metal beams yielded to no one, not even to the wind that blasted the few strands of hair out of my braid as I made my way up and leaned on the railing. Adrien invited me to meet up on the Eiffel Tower at 9:30 PM, but being the impatient bluenette that I am, I went over an hour earlier. Although, it felt kinda nice to just lean on the railing and have the wind whip at your hair every now and then. It made me feel like I was trapped in a dream.

A dream where I could just be free. A dream where I could just live life to the fullest. A dream where I could be a fashion designer, a baker, a gymnast, and an artist. A dream where I could just fall off the edge of the Eiffel Tower - and by some miracle - a masked superhero of Paris would save me from dying and we would live happily ever after.

For crying out loud, who am I kidding?

Masked superheroes don't exist.

... Do they?

Oh God, don't mind me. Crazy Mari talking to herself again.

"You're talking to yourself quite loud, actually."

The voice snapped me out of my mumbling and fumbling - quite unexpected, to be honest - causing me to almost fall of the edge of the railing. Almost, because the source of that voice saved me from falling over.

And of course, it was Mr. Adrien Agreste.

"Are you okay, Princess?" asked Adrien. His hair was tussled up and messy as usual. His bright green eyes shined in the way they always did. But I could see through his eyes. I always could. And it was sadness and regret that lurked beneath.

Princess. Princess. Princess.

"Princess? Princess..." My mind didn't seem to function. How could he...

"Marinette, I'm so so sorry. I really am. I can explain, I-" His eyes were locked on mine, but I couldn't help but burst.

"Sorry? After everything you've told me, after everything you've done! Do you think you can just swagger back into my life like that? Do you think all your words can heal what broke me in the first place? Forgive me, I know that we just met a hours ago. I know that I have no right whatsoever to scold you, or to get mad at you-" I said as I kept on jutting my finger at his chest.

"You do have the right," he mumbled. He looked at the ground.

"- and I know that you love someone else. I know that you have a girlfriend." Tears stung my eyes from holding them in for too long. I could already feel them running down my cheeks.

"We broke up," he mumbled, but a bit louder than before.

"But please, would it kill you to not lead another person on? Would it kill you to at least try to not hurt someone else's feelings? Would it kill you to tell someone that? Because that hurts way more than falling off the edge of this tower. It hurts more than you think... Because you die the moment you fall off the edge and hit the ground, unlike loving someone who will never love y-you back. Because you wanna know what it feels like? It feels like falling off the edge of the railing over and over and over again, but you're still alive. You still live on. You still meet people and they're happy because they're not falling off the edge of a tower in their hearts. You see them smile and you try to smile, so that they at least don't ask you if you're okay. You know how painful that is?" My voice cracked. My heart cracked. Everything in me ached and hurt and I couldn't stop crying. "But you know what? The thing that hurts me the most is that I continue to live on and on and on everyday. Nobody even asks me if I'm doing okay... Not one..."