I'm Sorry Chaton

The Funeral

A/N: This isn't a chapter, just a little snapshot of Marinette's experience after Adrien's funeral because I've got almost no free time with homework and everything, this is all I could write. This takes place 5 or 6 weeks ago from present time. 

Marinette stared straight ahead, holding back a flurry of tears. The gray, misty sky mirrored Marinette's anguish and the rows of empty white lawn chairs reflected the loneliness she felt. There were people surrounding her, hours ago, but they had left. In their black dresses and suits, the crowd had filed out one by one until only one small girl remained. Her parents tried to coax her towards the bakery, bribing her with hot cocoa and warm cookies, but she refused to go. She couldn't leave him, not in life, not in death.

She stood up and walked towards a fresh grave. With a sob, she fell to her knees. She raised a hand and touched the smooth stone, fingering the name that she cherished so much. Adrien Agreste. In her opinion, the inscription below his name on the grave was ridiculous. His own father had gotten to choose what he wanted it to say and all it said was, "Beloved son and friend." It angered her that his father failed to see how his son's legacy was so much more than these four words. Four words that didn't mean anything. She wanted, more than anything, to re-write the words on the grave. He was so much more than a son and a friend. He was a light to everyone who had the honor of meeting him. He was selfless, kind, generous, smart, brave; anything you could hope for in a son or a friend. But Gabriel Agreste didn't include that on his grave and that made her angry. No, it made her furious, which was a rare emotion for Marinette. That day, seeds of anger were planted inside of the innocent girl's pure heart until they flourished and consumed her heart and soul. That was the day she promised herself that she would never allow herself to love again. At least, not until she could bring him back.