[A MIRACULOUS LADYBUG SHORT STORY]
Ignore the current story cover. It is temporary and does not revolve around Marinette lol
Based on the song "Amnesia" by EDEN.
Takes place after the first book, When the First Love Ends, which happens after the eve...
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Are you sure you don't want to turn around?
You have been warned. There is no holding back.
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and just one moment is all i ask for just one talk between us
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The now-18-year-old male walked alongside the small waterfall that poured into the koi pond, watching the water foam as it crashed into itself. He knelt down, running his hand through the pool and watching as the ripples spread across the surface, breaking when they hit protrusions in the water.
Adrien Agreste was now a young adult. He was supposed to feel more mature, more independent now, but, instead, he felt as if nothing had changed. Well, to be more specific, he felt he hadn't changed but the world was now starting to openly show its true colors as soon as he became of age. His father had dumped a large responsibility on him, saying he would inherit the family wealth soon and that he had to keep his image clean which wouldn't be easy compared to his school days in France.
France. How he missed it. The atmosphere, the places, the people, the friends...
His friends. The thought made him draw out a large sigh. He missed everyone so much. Nino, Alya, and even Chloé. They were able to call once in a while, Chloé a lot more than once in a while, but it wasn't the same. He missed being by their sides, able to hug them when he could, able to talk to them when he could... but most people of all, he missed her.
Ladybug. Or Marinette. It didn't matter to him - they were the same person. As soon as he had gone on the train, he felt his heart twist in such a painful way that he had to sit down once it began moving. He wasn't going to see her again. As he left France, he felt his head turn and turn in disappointment and frustration.
It was so obvious. Those sky blue eyes that pierced into him, that raven hair that swished behind her, the creative mind that saved Paris and the classroom... how had he not noticed before? No wonder he would find himself staring at Marinette's eyes. She was Ladybug, and Ladybug was her. No wonder she thought she wasn't enough, both as Ladybug and as Marinette. She had the whole world on her shoulders and still was humble enough to imagine herself an imposter, someone who she wasn't.
He recalled Ladybug saying she was in love with someone else. Marinette was always so hesitant to approach him as Adrien, yet was able to talk to the others with the smooth flow of honey. Alya had confirmed to him over a call that, yes, he was the one she had loved all that time. His blind loyalty for Marinette's superhero side caused him to glance over the civilian her who idolized his civilian form. How ironic – he practically felt the absurdity ooze from his heart.
