When the First Love Ends [COMPLETED]

Chapter 1

Spoilers ahead.

Are you sure you don't want to turn around?

You have been warned. There is no holding back.

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My first kiss happened while I cried, knowing no matter how hard I tried...
It was just like we were part of a TV show
The moment I forgot you had to go was exactly when the whistle chose to blow.

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A month had passed since the Feast incident. With Fu's identity compromised, Marinette was now the guardian of the miraculous in his stead, entrusted with the miracle box and all of its wonders and dangers.

It had been difficult to hide the box in her room - not so much from family but from friends. They had always gone through her room to find materials or other paraphernalia but that meant they had a chance of stumbling across her biggest secrets. Out of frustration, she made a custom skin to disguise the box as a jewelry pack and put it in a trapped chest, similar to the one she had made for her diary. She hoped hiding it in the open would be the most effective but put the chest inside a locked drawer for extra safety.

Luckily, no one had been able to open the drawer and no one questioned what was in it. It made fighting alongside other superheroes much easier when she had the box with her and her Lucky Charm would even change to something related to the bakery. However, there was one incident where it transformed into a small figurine of Adrien and she wondered if the power had a mind of its own. It could have been Tikki messing with her, as well.

She thought her worrying was over, able to spend the rest of her time to relax a little bit and enjoy the Paris nighttime, but it had yet to creep back in.

"Hey, kitty," she giggled as she swung up to the black bachelor. "Anything out of the ordinary tonight?"

The cat turned around, his messy blonde hair swaying slightly in the breeze, shaking his head. "If anything, the sky is extraordinary." He cracked a smile. "Look at the stars. Aren't they beautiful?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "They are."

"But the prettiest one is the one standing next to me."

She rolled her eyes but couldn't cover up her laugh. "Okay, Chat Noir, you flirt. That's enough."

"But my lady, how else am I supposed to woo you?" He waggled his eyebrows and she flicked his forehead playfully in response. He rubbed it in feigned hurt and frowned, whining, "My lady, how could you? Oh, the pain! But this is no matter. Because what hurts more... is you not loving me."