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A Luka x Chloé fanfic
She was hated, misunderstood, broken.
He was ignored, neglected and in love, REALLY in love.
Two years of self isolation and deep though in New York. That's what Chloé went through before finally returning...
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Chloe Tuesday 11 10:45 AM
-You're coming back with me darling!
I'm not sure if I should cry or laugh here...
Lukas Wednesday 12 2:37 AM
-Chloe is coming back?!
She shakes her head enthusiastically. Her eyes were so bright and I could see the glimps of hope that she had since the day Chloe left growin bigger and bigger. I was let of the hospital not too long ago and when I opened my door, I found Sabrina on my couch, with a small shoe box full of photos. I actually gave her my keys because she usually finished school before me and she liked spending her time at my place. So to make it more convenient, I gave her my spare keys so that she can come whenever she wanted.
-YEAH! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?! My best friend is finally coming back! She texted me last night and told me the big news. She coming back to school! I'm so exited! So...ok...I'm rambling again!
She chuckled and I did too, amused by her big gestures. She really was happy... I'm actually curious to meet Chloe. Not that I don't know her, but the only side of the story I know is Marinette's (more specifically ALYA'S but knowing her she's exaggerating). So I want to know what did Sabrina saw in her that made her her best friend. I believe that everyone, even the kindest people on earth, have deep wounds in their hearts that make them who they are. Someone might be seen as selfish and horrible because the didn't heal properly, didn't have someone to take care of that wound for them.
-So, what do you want to do to welcome her-
-Oh you are NOT ready for this! She cut me off. I managed to convince Alya to prepare a surprise party at the hotel!
-B-But how are you going to organize all of this?
-Come here I'll tell you...
Chloé Tuesday 14 6:37 PM
7 long hours of in a circular white box suspended in the sky. I felt lighter. The sensation of flying is something I have always loved and it amazed me since my childhood. Unfortunately, even if my dad has always had a high status in Paris, we never actually thought of discovering the world and travel.
It's so mesmerizing to watch as the clouds just pass by, like memories and people coming and just leaving my life. We abandoned the blue sea under our feet, but I'm not too upset about it. Instead, we find ourselves in front of this beautiful white ocean, kissed by the setting sun, as if him too, god of all life and euphoria, was running away from his problems, preferring to leave them locked away. And in a last goodbye, he left the sky and his brothers, the clouds, staining them with the color of his blood and tears, leaving us a gate opened to heaven, and suddenly, the world I used to live and breath in is nothing for me but a pathetic and insignificant hole, in witch human beings just endure life, they don't live it.
I turned my attention back at the leather covered rectangular note book I call my sketch book. Once I open it's pages, I fall into a whole new world, filled with my thoughts, dreams and hopes. It's like my secret garden, or like others may call it, "a diary". Except I don't only write in here, I also sketch people in my surroundings. It's mostly people I see, who, just like me, think they don't have any importance in their lives, no existence whatsoever. Those people, I give them a purpose in MY word, a new character. But what they don't know, is that this person I'm trying to create, it not new. It's even the oldest one they could ever know, themselves. The first person I drew in this, was Mme Forgeaux. She was the one who gave it to me and that day, she just told me to let go of all I was feeling. It was my last day at school and I wasn't feeling the best in the world...
I let out a sigh to give myself some courage, and opened the book, gate to all my secrets, and the key are my hands, my fingers bushing against the yellow pages, marked by the time. I watch as they unfolded and revealed to me the photos I took and glued with the people I loved, markings I had put up in a code only I could understand, tattooing them with the ink of my pen. My thoughts started running through my mind again.
I haven't been in Paris for some time now, nearly 3 years. What will it be like? I wonder how everyone is doing. I remember being an absolute bitch back then, treating others like inferior and stupid beings who were only here to admire me, while in reality, I was the stupid one. It hit me at the end of the school year, after deciding to cooperate with Hawkmoth... I don't know what I was thinking that day, or why I even decided to just do it. I remember being betrayed by Ladybug. I would wait for her hours, DAYS to give me my miraculous... And the day she just passed in front of my balcony, where I was waiting and pleading God to bring her to me, with a new superhero and all the others, I was shattered. More than what I already was...
And Sabrina... I can't bear the thought to see her again... Will I have the strength to do it? I'm not the same person anymore.. What if she thinks she needs to treat me like she used to? I'm not strong enough to tell her not to, to see her tray me like I'm a queen. Those days are gone. She is strong, independent now and deserves so much better.. She doesn't know how proud of her I am because she managed to let go of me, making new friends that are better than me, not toxic. I still don't know who Luka really is, his personality and if he's really as kind as she talks about him. But I mean you need to be on a certain level of innocence and purity to fall in live with Marinette and not the gorgeous girls you can find around you. Don't get me wrong here! I didn't say Marinette isn't beautiful, far from that, she's just pretty decent and in my opinion, what really makes her stand out and her true beauty is her kind and generous heart. Will SHE be able to forgive me? Or will she just do like Ladybug and shut me out of the life too? I don't wanna think about it... I'm just really exited and happy to see Adrien and Sabrina again, even if I still feel that weight crushing me. That weight, I labeled it my past... the letters I wrote on it are carved on that giant box I need to carry on me with golden letters. But if the outside may seem amazing, the inside is far from that...
Another sigh escaped the barrer of my lips. Canalise all of my thoughts, and just live the moment. Yeah, I think that's what I'm gonna do. My hand prevented automatically this page from falling and joining her sisters on my palm. It was already marked and stained with some of my pencil's lignes, making lines, curves, that reunite to form a figure, a rather familiar one. I then extend my hand and reached out for my leather bag that was stored under my feet. When my delicate fingers finally made contact with my phone, I pulled it out, zipped the bad, and connected my EarPods. My music was finally on, resonant good in my head, relaxing my body and mind, making all my thoughts foggy, impossible to see, to treat and analyze. Maybe it was better that way. Maybe I'm better far away from my mom, him, and if I started from zero with my old school mates, will they accept me?
Cloudy thought, foggy head, and my body just somewhere inthe sky, held by the fine stings of my will, the will to come back, and fix my old mistakes. Just let me feel this once again, the feeling of freedom, not having to be part of a country, a family, society or anything. The only limit stopping me to join the clouds surrounding me, are the chains holding me from my feet, my thoughts, and limits, a limit I put up to me.
