It Wasn't Pere

All Because Of Me

After she had stopped crying, she began to fall asleep. Her hands still clutched onto my shirt but less tightly than before.

It was as if he consciousness was leaving her body.

I watched as she let her last few tears slowly shed from her closed eyes.

Her long and beautiful eyelashes were covered in sparkles which turned out to be tears.

After she had completely drifted off to sleep, I watched.

I watched her hands slowly let go. How light she suddenly became. How her face became expressionless and relaxed. How her tears dried on her porcelain skin.

As I looked at the girl I broke, sleeping soundly, I couldn't help but feel heartwrenching guilt.

This was not how I wanted my night to go. This probably not how she wanted her night to go either.

I felt so terrible for forcing her to come with me to Italy. I felt so horrible because tomorrow morning, she's going to be smiling in front of the camera, giving her most fake smile of all.

I never want to see her put on a fake smile. I've always loved how genuine she was, but now she'll have to show the whole world her smile even though, deep inside, she's hurting.

And it's all because of me.

I mentally slapped myself for hurting her.

She had put on such a strong face, during battles and stood up for people who couldn't stand up for themselves. She fought for what's right and protected everyone with her life.

She defended her beliefs and it was hard to imagine a girl like her breaking so easily.

Love had made her broken.

I broke her with my love. I had reacted poorly with almost everything.

She had given life her all.

I gave her nothing but heartbreak and pain.

I guess even Ladybug can break.

It is tough dealing with lies, words, people, heroes, school, crushes, relationships.

I curse myself for lying to her.

I invaded her privacy and when I realised what I had done, it was too late.

I didn't even realise I was saying all those things out loud until I looked at her after I said them.

She made a face that I'll never forget for as long as I live.

It was as if someone had stabbed her right in the heart.

After a while, I realised everything I had done.

It's time to correct all my mistakes and wrong doings.

It's time for a change, tomorrow, I'm going to apologise to Marinette as Chat Noir.

I was going to apologise as my regular self but that would reveal my identity and even though I violated her rules, I wanted to reveal myself for a special occasion.

That Special Occasion will happen very soon...