The Convenient Marriage (MLB Fanfiction) COMPLETE✔

Chapter 14

Marinette couldn't sleep. It didn't matter how much she tried to, it was all in vain. She felt sick, and completely insignificant. It wasn't like her to allow other people's values of her define her, but it had started to strike a nerve.

She was envious.

Adrien slept so peacefully beside her. It hurt to watch him sleep. The blunette glanced out the balcony windows, her heart feeling taut within her chest. The pale moonlight reflected off of her fair freckled skin and she glanced down at the phone at her side.

Feeling defeated against the fight for sleep, she had sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed.

Her feet touched the cold hardwood floor and she grabbed her phone. A mix of emotions began to course through her veins. She refused to feel pity for herself, but she had felt so disappointed and vulnerable.

She had let her guard down. She had allowed him to convince her to move here with all of this unnecessary space, only for him to abandon her in it.

She wanted to hate him, but she couldn't find it in herself to direct her anger towards him in any way. Perhaps she was just as helpless as he was. But it didn't seem fair.

Marinette sighed, accepting the fact that it was simply who she was. She always gave and gave until she was left with nothing while never expecting anything in return.

She ran a hand through her dark hair with a grimace, lines of fatigue deepening under her eyes. It had been a horrible night, a night for walking in on people. Marinette had never been so unlucky in her life.

First, she walked in on Nino and Alya, and secondly she had the unfortunate pleasure to walk in on Kagami and Adrien. She couldn't get either of those images from her head.

Her heart truly ached.

She couldn't unsee the way Kagami was wrapped around Adrien, the two about ready to do much more than what she walked in on. Marinette couldn't help but to eye the marks from Kagami's kisses on Adrien's neck throughout the night. She wasn't able to hold up conversations before bed the way they usually did.

In fact, Marinette wasn't even sure she could sleep in the same bed as him anymore. Everything was just coming down way too fast. The female bit her lip, tears pooling in her eyes. She could only allow herself to cry while he was asleep. He wouldn't be able to see her cry.

Marinette stood up, grabbing her phone and wandering over to the bathroom. She stubbornly closed the door, exhaling the moment she locked it. She placed her phone on to the edge of the sink and began to pace. Her hands gripped into her dark hair, her lips pressing together tautly as the anxiety that began to build inside of her was making her sick.

Her legs felt tingly and her toes curled into the cool tiles of the bathroom floor. She was back at square one. She was going to do the only thing she knew how to do.

She was going to run.

Tears spilled down her face, she felt so incredibly foolish. The tiny voice inside of her head scolded her for being so careless and unsuspecting. A steady and logical woman always listened to her brain instead of the heart.

Why did she make such an incautious decision?

Marinette paused, her chest tightening as she cried silently. She reached up, her digits frantically wiping away her tears. As her cheeks grew pink and her eyes swelled from crying, the young woman grabbed her phone from the sink. Marinette knew she had no place to go, but she also knew that she couldn't stay here. It was pure emotional torment.

She glanced down at her phone screen, knowing that it was too late to take back her moving notice from her landlord at her old apartment. She'd have to put down a deposit and first month's rent. She couldn't afford that price. If she started saving for that price, the apartment would likely be rented out by then.