The Tale of Two Hearts || Adrienette || Miraculous

Thirty - Keep Holding On

Marinette sat on her bed, resting her back on her headboard with her knees up, she was looking through the magazines that her father gave her, she'd read through the articles that mentioned her designs and was just generallly browsing through them. She thought back to when she did not know Adrien well, when he was homeschooled and was always in the magazines modelling famous designs. She didn't know him, but knew his face, and thinking about it, she always kind of looked at him in awe, wodnering who this person was. Her thoughts were interrupted by her phone ringing, she looked at the caller ID, it was Alya, she answered with a quick hello.

"Hey girl, Adrien had told me you were speaking to your parents about you two! Are you nervous?" Alya asked, she had excitement in her voice, any gossip was good gossip to Alya.

"Iv'e already told them," She hummed, she knew if she didn't tell Alya about it she would be going crazy trying to get details.

"And?! What did they say woman?! Do I have to spell it out! How'd it go?" Alya exclaimed.

"It went well..." Marinette giggled, she bit her lip waiting for Alya to explode.

"Oh my gosh! Marinette! I need to know! Tell me!"

"Okay, okay, I told them that me and Adrien were tied together and papa was shocked, he didn't know what to say at first he was just repeated Adrien's name to me and I was like yeah Adrien Agreste. Then mama said she was happy for me. Papa said I was ready to make my own decisions and then mama has invited Adrien round for dinner next weekend." Marinette told her.

"Thank you, Marinette, that wasn't so hard now was it?" Alya stated calmly. "I'm so happy for you! I knew your folks would be cool about it! They love you, not matter what you do."

"I know, I know... I just thought of the worst thing possible and thought it was the truth. At least I've told them now, it's all out there, it's such a relief." Marinette sighed, allowing the weight to come off her shoulders.

"Good for you, girl, I have to go, my sisters are driving me crazy, they keep coming in my room trying to get me to play and I just need time to myself!" Alya huffed, they said thier goodbyes before hanging up. Marinette put her phone down on her bedside table. She put down the magazines too, tired of reading them.

She stood and stretched, whincing halfway through when pain struck around her hip. She furrowed her eyebrows wondering why her side hurt so much, she lifted her top to see discoloured skin and made her way over t her mirror for closer inspection. She stood at the mirror in shock, she had bruises on her hip, she realised the shape of the mark somewhat resembled a hand. There was a thumb imprint on the front of her left hip, closer to her stomach and round the back there were four smaller circles of bruising forming. She lifted her top a little more facing the mirror completely to see that there were scratch marks all down her body. She stood there, still for a moment, holding her breath as she stared at the marks on her body. Devastation took over the features of her face as she thought about what had happened the night before again, but as she felt a single tear roll down her cheek, she snapped herself out of it. She put her top down, wiped the tear and sighed. She tried to smile to herself in the mirror before making her way to the ladders in her room which lead to a trap door, she opened it and made her way to the roof.

From her bedroom only, the roof was flat, therefore, with the help of her father, they created a little rooftop garden for Marinette, two sun loungers and a table only big enough to put a drink on. She sat down on one of the sun loungers, the sun was setting, bringing hues of warm pinks and oranges through Paris. She breathed in a deep breath of fresh, cool air. She laid back on the sun bed, closing her eyes as she tried to listen to the streets of Paris. She could hear cars driving past and it calmed her. This place was her little snippet of sancurary in her busy life in a large city. Her moment of peace.