Miraculous ladybug one shorts ~ VOL 2

Sometimes it all gets a little too much

AN: warning mentions of death and a bit of angst. Pls don't kill me... let me know if you want a part two.

She didn't mean for it to end this way.
She didn't want it to end this way.
She didn't mean it.
She could of stopped it.
It was her fault.
She did this.
She could of stopped this.
SHE COULD OF ST-

A gentle nudge on her shoulder brought her back to reality, "you alright?" The image continued to relapse in her mind, yet she managed to smile and utter something along the lines of 'I'm fine'.

It had been a month. A month since the accident. She could of-

She shook her head trying to get rid of the thoughts clouding her head. She pulled up her bag and quickly paced out of the class. Not bothering to say a goodbye to her bestfriend, knowing that she would see her tomorrow anyways.

She walked along the path that had become almost too familiar to her over the past month and walked into the large white building that awaited at the end. It reeked of antibiotics, blood and sick. Yet the only thing that was clear here was death, she walked by the receptionist who didn't even bother to stop her. Already knowing who she was and why she was there in the first place.

Abruptly she came to a stop at his door. She took her hair out and let it fall, letting it frame her face almost perfectly. She contemplated on wether or not she should enter but as usual she entered.

The steady beep of the monitor ignited some sort of hope in her every time she heard it. But then after remembering that the beeping could stop at any second made the spark die out almost as quickly as when it had first lit.

Carefully she walked around him and made her way to the seat by his bedside, keeping her head down, still too scared to look at his face. Too scared to be reminded of the look of pain and anguish on his face that was there when it happened. A small part of her knew she couldn't of stopped what had happened but the rest of her violently disagreed, almost reminding her everyday that she could of done something. She could of at least tried anything to help stop or at least prevent what happened.

Gently, she sat down in the chair, and ever so slowly she grabbed his hand and held it within hers. Everything had hit her when she looked up and saw him there. A violent sob erupted from her throat and the next thing she was sobbing uncontrollably, letting everything that had built up go.

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It was another night for the two teens who saved the city almost daily. Another night of patrolling for one and another night of jokes and romance for the other. It was almost crazy how the two polar opposites almost instantly became best friends after working with each other for only a few hours. It was almost crazy that destruction and creation could work along each other in this world that could sing corruption almost in harmony.

However it was this night that they didn't pay attention to the world around them, seeing as it was their two year anniversary already. They didn't see him, the didn't even hear him over the sound of their laughter. They didn't see the gun, they didn't hear the cock of the gun, and no one saw the pull of the trigger aside from chat noir. He pushed her so he could be shot instead of her. Shot in the middle of the chest. Clean shot that went straight through.
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It had maybe been a few minutes after she had calmed down when she began playing with the ring on his finger. The cold metal was a complete contrast between the heat of her hands.

The ring just about fit his finger now, the lack of food he had been receiving over the last month wasn't enough to keep whatever meat was on his bones. He was skinner than before. You could make out most of his bones, he was pale and every time he breathed it was rough and uneven. He would never be the same after this.

Marinette stood up and looked down at Adrien. Her hand cupped his cheek and as the tears slowly began again she pressed her lips to hair forehead. Letting them linger just slightly before she walked out. She had already lost her parents. She didn't want to lose him too.