When the First Love Ends [COMPLETED]

Chapter 5

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... Guess you have to go
Looking at you, I already know
"Saying how you really felt wasn't always easy for you
So would you let go of this hand that's holding mine?"
I'm really glad I met you
I'll always love you...

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The morning sunlight shone into her window, lighting up her face. Marinette blinked herself awake and found herself still at the table, her hands over the paper she had been laboring over during the nighttime.

She yawned, stretching her arms and rubbing her face. "Wha... what time is it?"

Her phone buzzed and she looked over at it. The screen flashed 6:55 and a message appeared. Picking up the phone, she opened it and realized it was Alya who had texted her.

"I'm in front. Open the door?"

Marinette groggily walked downstairs, opening the bakery to her friend who walked in and hugged her. "You are a mess, girl. I know you stayed up last night. What did you do?"

"I made a gift. I also was in the middle of writing a letter and fell asleep doing it."

"How many hours of sleep did you get?"

"Honestly, I have no idea. I think at least three."

Alya shook her head. "You are so lucky that it's Sunday and we don't have school. Not that you wouldn't be late anyway... Yesterday was just an anomaly."

"Anyway," Marinette segued into a different topic, "what are you doing here so early? Normally you'd come around nine or so. Plus, it's really cold right now."

"Well, I just wanted to chat with you for a bit - see how you were holding up. I know yesterday was a huge shock for all of us, so it must have been extremely hard for you. I didn't know what time you were going to be up, though. I just kind of guessed."

"Thanks, Alya." The Chinese girl smiled weakly, still very tired. "I'm... okay, for what it is. I think putting my mind towards something else really helped. I didn't cry or anything, so that's good. I'm very sleepy, though."

"You have any chores today?"

"Um, I was supposed to help clean the bakery, I think. Then I had a... an order to make?"

"What kind of order?"

"20 raspberry macarons."

Alya shooed Marinette away and slipped off her coat, grabbing a nearby apron on a rack. "Alright, you get some sleep and I'll take care of your chores today."

Marinette shook her head. "No, I can't have you do that! Besides, macarons are very particular to make and–"

"Girl - relax." Alya's hand shot up and blocked her friend's way. "I got this. Cleaning the bakery is no biggie and my mom is a professional chef - I should be fine. Besides, if I need help, I can ask your parents once they're awake."

The dark-haired teen knew that there wasn't going to be any arguing with Alya once she had made up her mind and so Marinette gave up and sighed. "Okay, fine. I'll let you do this. But... never mind. Thank you, Alya. This means a lot to me."

The tan girl smirked and shoved Marinette to the stairs. "Don't worry too much, okay? Just get some rest."

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