Moving On With Alya

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Mari's POV

I fumbled with my phone, afraid to continue. I faced my fears every single day in both of my identities, but this was a different level of fear. Anxiety. My hands trembled and my chest stung. It felt hard to breathe. My legs felt wobbly, even though I was sitting down. Recently, if I pay close attention to my body and how I feel, I can notice that there's always a form of an anxious prick in my chest, but this is much different. I began to type, slowly and carefully. I erased what I was going to say multiple times and started over, eager to keep the conversation perfect enough to continue.

 I erased what I was going to say multiple times and started over, eager to keep the conversation perfect enough to continue

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I froze. She actually believed that...?  I-it was an obvious lie of hers!

How do I respond to something like this?! 

My hands shook so much, it was difficult to type. I decided to take a breather and I took out my hairbands, letting my hair fall down to my shoulders. I slipped on a pink hoodie that had cat ears on the hood. It was oversized and fell longer than my pajama shorts, which is why I didn't wear it for casual wear. My heart continued to pound relentlessly. Breathing slowly barely helped. I got my earbuds and played music from a playlist on Bugtoob called "Cute songs to help you deal with anxiety" By Ambition. I almost chuckled to myself. This is so pathetic...  I climbed up to my balcony and breathed the fresh night air. 

Truth

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Truth. What truth??!  About what I did to Lila??! I paced around a little bit and ended up biting my nails. This is far too difficult to explain over text...should I...call her?  I ran my hand through my hair in frustration and sighed. That's when I heard it

tap!

I spun my head around, thinking that Chat Noir was there, but I only saw blackness behind me and the twinkling lights of Paris in front of me. I sighed, grateful that Chat wasn't there to see my embarrassing tears that rolled down my face. 

Suddenly, I felt two arms encase me in a warm embrace. One was situated around my waist, the other around my head.

"C-chat?"

"What's wrong, princess?"

"n-nothing...."

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