Mari's POV
I watch the scene in front of me unfold, like from a sick nightmare or a Stephen King novel.
I know I won't remember anything, or most things after this over, if it'll be over.
I can feel, hear, smell, even see but I can't move nor can I touch.
It feels like I'm floating in nothingness, my emotions feel stronger but I feel weak. It's like my body is fighting a virus but it's losing the battle.
I feel like a puppet. I watch the pain develop in Chat's eyes and I can feel my chest tighten when I found out he's Adrien and when he confesses to me, that he loves me.
How could he though? I caused this mess, my negativity might lead to the distraction of all of Paris.
Yet they're still fighting for me. Why though? I'm not worth fighting for. All I am is a mess, a coward, I only cause trouble. I just want them to let me disappear into oblivion but they won't do that. They're too kind for their own good.
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Broken (Marichat)
FanfictionIt took one day for Marinette to lose hope, happiness, love. A string of events start breaking her before she can ask for any help. She falls victim to something she never thought she'd fall victim to, and that is Depression. • Trigger Warning : Sel...
