Stop Fighting This Love [Complete]

20~~ Wish

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King Adrien stood on the balcony, staring up at the stars in wonder. It had been one full year since the death of his beloved. One torturous year of uselessness and emptiness in his body and soul. The stars gleamed down upon him, reminding him of her smile and sparkling eyes.

They also laughed at him. Taunting. Reminding him that he will never get her back. It is your fault that she is gone, they  laughed at him every night, you should not have turned your back on her when that arrow hit her.

Adrien shut his eyes, trying to remove all the negative thoughts. She would not have wanted him to blame himself. He then thought about all the conversations they had after their first war– their loving talks about stars, beliefs and poetry.

He wondered if there was a possibility that everything his wife believed, had been true. What if there really was another dimension in which they were together? What if she was still alive in another world with another man? Adrien shook his head in disbelief.

How he wished that it were able to happen. Wishes only came true in fairytales. The King gripped the railing in hate— for what, he did not know, but he was angry enough to truly blame himself for her death.

He should have seen that arrow coming. He should have been the one saving her. He should not have turned his back on her. Now she was gone. He would spend the rest of his life believing that he could not do anything to change what happened to her.

Adrien stared at a single star in the night sky. Marinette had told him that stars really could grant wishes and the more desperate you are, the better. And Adrien was nothing if not desperate. He hesitated for a moment, seeing a glimmer of blue in the night clouds. It reminded him of her eyes and hair and— everything around him would always remind him of her and how he couldn't save her.

Suddenly, the King burst out crying. The first, real cry after the incident. He had been bottling up the empty part of him for too long. Now he was broken. He shivered, hiccuped, rubbed his own arms hard enough so that he were to trick his own mind by thinking that Marinette was actually comforting him by reaching out to him... But she wasn't there. No one was there.

"I wish she were alive," he sobbed, bending down on both his knees upon the balcony.

Time flew by for quite some time and after minutes of emotional tremors, King Adrien stood up one last time before looking up to the same star.

"If all the stories she told are real," he croaked hopelessly, "then I wish that she'd still be alive in another world until she reaches old age..."

He formed a list of wishes in his head, not caring if it was too much or if whatever he was about to say would be for nothing, but Marinette deserved it. She was worth another world and he was going to make sure she would have it right— even if it were imaginary.