𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃𝐒 － 𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯/𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘳

6: hard feelings; lorde

Me and Alya finally reached our home. We settled our bags on the couch and greeted our mom, dad and our siblings. We all ate together like a family would. After we finished eating, I took my bag with me and entered my room. As usual, it was quiet. I set up the mood by turning on some relaxing music and opened my laptop. I made some few changes in my blog and edited the post I will soon publish.

It was half past 9 when I decided to get some fresh air. It was getting stuffy inside so I opened the balcony door and went outside. Times like this reminds me of my real parents, even though I don't have any memory of them. I wonder why they gave me up, placing me on the Césaires's doorstep. Maybe they don't have any money left. Maybe they don't actually want me. Maybe－

"A penny for your thoughts, Ms. Césaire?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat and breathed in as I build my strong demeanor. Chat must have noticed and said, "You don't have to, (Y/N)."

I rolled my eyes at him and faced the other way, "Aren't you supposed to be doing some superhero-y stuff?"

"I am," Chat Noir went down from the balcony's ledge and stood beside me, "But I saw you brooding and figured out that I should comfort you."

"Wow, thanks." I replied sarcastically but he didn't mind the attitude and instead gave me a sincere smile and a nod. "T-that's supposed to be sarcastic."

"I know," I looked at him weirdly, "But you said 'thanks' either way so I appreciate the fact that you're warming up to me." He gave me a very annoying grin.

I felt my blood boiling, "I am NOT warming up to you. Not now. Not even in a million years!"

"Why do you hate me so much, (Y/N)?"

"Because－"

He sighed and dismissed the upcoming answer to his question, "You know what, nevermind. I don't wanna know right now."

He then stared at the stars above us. I did the same and now we're standing next to each other, not minding each other's presence. His aura suddenly changed. I felt something was off with him so it's my turn to comfort him.

"A penny for you thoughts?"

He noticed the gesture, making him chuckle. He shook his head and then offered me a hand (that I hold onto unexpectedly) and smiled, "Do you mind, (Y/N/N)?"

"Not at all, Chat Noir."

He grabbed my hand and we both stood up on the balcony's ledge. Then, he carried me in his arms and leaped off to a rooftop. This is the second time I have been cradled by Chat Noir. It feels weird having to be carried around while jumping from rooftops to rooftops.

I shivered at the cold wind as Chat Noir dropped me to somewhere slightly far away from my house. It seems like I'm on a rooftop of an abandoned house. But it doesn't really feel like it because of the neatly organized lanterns surrounding the area, brightening the atmosphere and the place itself.

"I have a feeling that this is not for me."

He sat down on the floor and sighed, "Ladybug didn't show up. I asked her if we can hangout somehow but－"

"She didn't come." I added.

He nodded, "I don't know why I still did this. She told me that she might not make it but here I am, still hoping that she would show up somehow."

"Sometimes it's just so hard to love Ladybug," He added, "She'll be nice and cozy to you one day but on the next day she'll do you dirty like this." He threw his hands in the air, exasperated.

He had his hands up on his face, growling. I sighed at the situation as I find it hard to comfort Chat Noir. I mean, I'm mad at him after all...

But I saw a rose, hanging on a nearby vine. I plucked the flower and gave it to Chat Noir. Isn't giving flowers to someone a sign of endearment? He looked at me, surprised at the sudden gesture but took the flower anyway.

"You see, I don't know anything about love. But I do know that when you want something－someone, then you must be ready to never give up like, never.

"And you see this rose," Chat Noir nodded while he looked at the rose I gave him, "Whenever you're losing hope, whenever you find it hard to love Ladybug, just look at it and remember my words, okay?"

His expression didn't change although he nodded. He looked at the rose and smiled at it sadly. I looked at him, confused.

I thought my words were pretty inspirational...

"(Y/N), it's not that you words are not inspirational," I looked at him, wide-eyed. I really need to stop thinking out loud.

"Then why are you still sad?"

"I-it's not that I'm sad," Chat scratched the back of his neck, blushing, "I just decided to look for someone else to love."

I looked at him again, wide-eyed asf, "Y-you don't love Ladybug anymore?" My voice cracked in shock and disappointment. I mean, I did say some pretty mean things about them in my blog but still, I just want them to do their shit privately not break them apart.

"I still love milady," I released a breath that I never knew I was holding, clearly overjoyed that it wasn't my fault, "But I realized that waiting for her won't do me good." My shoulders dropped as the happy feeling disappeared.

He really is going to let go.

"Why am I going to force myself to someone who clearly doesn't like me? Why would I still try my luck with Ladybug when I can find someone who can make me happy－don't get me wrong! Ladybug makes me happy but it's－"

"I know," I nodded, "I'm not stopping you from finding someone new, but it may be hard for you to find that certain person."

Chat Noir looked at the sky and then the rose I gave him and smiled, "I don't think it would be so hard to find someone new." He offered me a smile, that I mindlessly returned. "The hard part is where you'll actually have to stop loving that person."

That is true. There are so many people in the world to love but you'll always find yourself going back to that certain person. No matter the heartbreaks, the misunderstandings and the let downs, you'll always come back to the one you cherish the most.

"Are you sure that you're going to stop loving Ladybug?"

He hesitated, "It is for the best."

I nodded, understanding why he will finally let go of her. Ladybug must have let him down plenty of times for him to finally decide to remove all romantic feelings.

I then remembered Marinette.

Should I let go as well?

There's no point in holding on when she clearly likes somebody else.

Maybe it's for the best.

"Come on, let's get you home." He motioned for me to come next to him, "Do you mind holding this?" He gave me the rose and I took it from him, holding it as he carried me back to my balcony.

I removed my self from his hold the moment I reached my house. I waved him goodbye and he returned the gesture. I was opening the door when I felt someone back hug me. I blushed at the sudden contact, thankful that Chat wouldn't see me all red.

"Thank you for today, ma chérie."

And with that, he finally jumped off the balcony, leaving me in a blushing mess.

Ma chérie...

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ma chérie - my darling/my good lady