Just Fine

Regress

With the sound of her heart pounding still in her ears, she sat still for a while. An explanation was all she wished for, but she hadn't gotten it.

"Hey Marinette...maybe we should all go somewhere. We could invite Adrien." Alya suggested.

Marinette mustered something along the lines of an okay.

Seeing Adrien, for once hadn't made her heart race. Nor had it ached. In fact it felt nothing.

It was hard to comprehend anything. She was still stuck in her dazed state when they headed down the street, and when they arrived at the park. She sat on the bench next to Alya, who had pulled out her phone to check her social media. She was obsessed yes, but not in a life altering way.

Nino was texting Adrien, who was on his merry way.

She didn't care.

She didn't care that he was on the way. She didn't care if he came at all.

It wasn't in a hateful, spiteful kind of not caring. It wasn't the kind that you build over many times of being let down.

No, it was simply that she felt nothing to care about.

How long she waited, she had no idea, but soon enough a blond boy had sat down next to her. She thought he said hi.

"Is she alright?" He asked, shaking her shoulder gently.

"I don't know...she's been acting strange." Alya studied her face carefully.

She looked as if she had seen a ghost.

"Are you feeling alright?" Nino chimed in, taking a seat next to Alya.

Adrien felt uneasy about this whole situation.

"I didn't even know." She broke her own silence suddenly.

"Didn't know what?" Adrien asked carefully.

"I didn't know. People could've died. I have to find him."

Adrien was sure, if she could've she would've jumped up and ran. She looked antsy, and restless, but her own leg stopped her from moving.

It was like torture to her.

He understood, but he could do nothing about it. Not at the moment. He knew who she was going to look for too, and he was right next to her.

He should tell her, he really should, but he didn't know if she could even handle the information. Something was terribly wrong with her, awfully wrong.

She was always so strong, so independent. But she looked helpless now. It was hard to see her like this, but he imagined it was even harder for her to be like this.

"Marinette, who's he?" Alya was now crouching in front of her friend, her best friend, concerned far more than she had been before.

"He didn't even try to tell me..."

Anger, frustration, betrayal, confusion, she couldn't understand which she felt. Or if she felt all of them.

Everything was falling apart.

Did he not trust her anymore? She only had a broken ankle. It would heal, wouldn't it? Then she could go back to being the Ladybug everyone could count on.

Couldn't she?

Or could she even count on herself?

She was constantly lying to herself. Making excuses. She wasn't okay. And she wasn't perfect.

So why was she even trying to get there in the first place?

"I need to see-" she stopped herself mid-sentence.