•Back To You• {old title: She's Broken}

VIII

I walked home and tried to tell myself that it was a bad dream. 

That once I wake up, Ladybug was still there for me. 

That I could drop by the Eiffel Tower anytime and call her. And when she comes I can cry on her shoulder and she could give me a hug and we would stay there for the night and just watch Paris for the Akumas with our eyes instead of running around rooftops.

I tried to bring myself out of the sadness.

I tried to bring myself away from the fact that those nights were over.

And that even if I do know who she was, nothing was gonna happen. 

That the one thing that I have been striving to know for more than a year wouldn't do anything. It wouldn't matter anymore.

That even if Ladybug wouldn't be there, the only person who was, was gone.

A certain bluenette who happens to also be the daughter of the family owning the best bakery in Paris.

If I sneak into her window, I won't be able to see her sleeping.

I won't be able to draw on her face and sneak up cookies from her purse.

I won't be able to keep irritating her for the answer of why those cookies were even there.

I won't be able to surprise her from behind while she draws on her sketchbook.

I won't be able to play video games with her and pretend to be sad whenever I lost a round to which she would give me a cookie.

I won't be able to pull her cheek while challenging her to keep objects in each palm without her fingers being used for more than a minute.

I won't be able to hear the sweet sound of her voice while she hums or sings quietly to herself, unknown to the fact that I could hear her with my cat ears.

I won't be able to try and unlock the trapbox of her diary and hear hear laughing from my attempt anymore.

I won't be able to hold her slim fgure and pull her to my chest, and cuddle with her as the warm fuzzy feeling settled through my suit to my skin and towards my heart until we fell asleep.

I won't be able to feel that warm touch that saved me from falling into darkness every single time I found it.

They were both gone.

"Adrien, you okay bud?"

"Yeah I'm good Nino. I just, need some time alone."

He looked at me with sadness and concern. Obviously worried as he knew why I was upset. He said he saw it all happen when Rena, B, and he were evacuating the citizens.

Yeah he transformed in front of me to save me from an incoming akuma attack last month when I was Adrien at the time. So yeah I know he's Carapace.

He nodded and then headed off on his bike towards his own house, while I walked back home.

Home. 

I'm never gonna feel that either.

I'm back to where I was before going to school.

In a cold lonely mansion, which I call as my home.

As I sat down on my bed, I felt how soft it was.

It was soft and fluffy.

Appreciating the comfort it gave, I laid down on it and closed my eyes, not caring much about the pain it gave from crying all the way here. I tried to wash away all the things that kept my head full of questions. I tried to forget everything that happened once again.