Persona

What She Did Part.1

Chat Noir

It had been 4 hours since she ran out of the theater.

4 hours...yet I could still see her face and how frightened she looked.

I thought she had liked me...

I guess I was wrong, seeing how she literally ran out on me.

It just felt strange.

One minute I'm sitting there holding the girl of my dreams, the next she's running away from me like I was trying to hurt her.

And in this minute, I'm sitting on the rooftops of Paris, waiting for Ladybug to show up for our nightly patrol.

She was late though.

Nearly an hour late.

I pulled my staff from behind me and tried to call her for the tenth time.

I was surprised when she picked up.

"Chat?"

"Marinette."

"What is it Chat?"

"Why haven't you come for patrol? I've been waiting for an hour."

"Oh God...sorry, I completely forgot."

"So are you coming?"

"Give me five minutes."

And five minutes later, I saw her swing by and land on the roof I was sitting on.

I didn't look up at her, for I feared I might tear up.

Again.

"Sorry about that, I had a...interesting day today," Marinette said, sitting next to me where I could see the polka dots of her Ladybug suit.

I didn't say anything, I just stared out into the night.

For a long moment we just looked at the lights of Paris, and I tried not to concentrate on what had happened just 4 hours ago.

Was it 4 hours?

I didn't even want to remember.

"Are you okay? You seem upset," she asked, inching closer to me and trying to get me to look at her.

"I had a bad day," I said tersely, my stomach tying up in knots when I spoke to her.

"Care to tell me what happened?" she asked.

I sighed and took a deep breath, trying to think of an excuse, "A friend of mine went out on a date with some girl I used to care for. I told him it was fine, but it has just bothered me all day and I don't know why."

"Well, you've already told him it's okay...do you still...care for this girl?" she asked, making me finally look at her.

She looked like she had been crying, making me regret being harsh to her instantly.

"Of course not," I said, "The only girl I care for now is you My Lady."

She smiled at my compliment, which was strange since she usually said something sarcastic back.

"I had a bad day too," she said finally, making my ears perk up.

This should be good.

"Oh? What happened?"  I asked as if I didn't already know.

"This guy I've liked for a really long time asked me on a date, and I went...but I hated it. I hated how it made me feel. It confused me, because I thought I really liked him and wanted to be with him, but all I kept thinking about...of forget it," She said, making me more and more curious.

"No no no, please tell me Princess," I asked, making her bite her lip.

"I kept thinking about last night. I don't know why, but every time her touched me, it was like I was with a stranger. And that made me think about you. You let me cry in your shoulder, show you who I am and everything felt so...normal. But with him, it was like being strangled, so I left. He tried to call me a couple times, but I couldn't answer to him.

"He just made me realize something. Something that made me upset for all the wrong reasons. I actually do have feelings for someone special, but it isn't him. It's someone who I truly believe loves me more than life itself, but all this time I've rejected him and told him I didn't love him.

"He was there for me when I needed him, he made me laugh when I was scared, and he told me he loved me when I was in love with a stranger who I wanted more then anything. I dint know him, and now I regret not choosing the guy who loves me versus some hot model who let me have his umbrella," she stopped and cried.

She cried and cried.

I cried too.

I didn't care that she had said the things about me.

I just wanted her to stop crying so I could tell her everything.

"Who do you love?" I asked her in her ear, pulling her to my chest so she could cry into my shoulder again.

"I love you, Chat Noir, I'm just sorry it has taken me so long to realize it."

I looked down at her and pulled her face up by her chin.

I wiped away her tears with my thumb and smiled at her.

"To be continued?" I asked her through tears.

She didn't say anything, she just touched my cheek and pulled my lips to hers.

And I loved her.

I loved all of her.

But she didn't realize that she didn't love all of me.

And that's why I cried.

To be continued...