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Luka's POV:

-QUICK LUKA HE'S COMING!

Juleka's panicked expression instantly activated a sort of odd system in him. It's like it automatically tics whenever his sister is in danger, a need of saving her. He never knew where it came from of from whom he got it, but he didn't mind it. He held Juleka in his heart like a precious gem that he was not allowed to even scratch. So protecting her was like an instinct he had as her older brother.

Without even thinking about his movements, he held her arm and threw her under the king sized bed, next to Rose, warning her not to come out. At least he was sure she wasn't going to have anything.

-But what about you?

She asked with a trembling voice. That's true, what about him? He didn't think of his own self, as always. Never putting himself first was a habit now. He never thought or complained about his broken heart after the many rejections he received from Marinette, only caring about her feelings, her goal of having Adrian and finally, her smile and well being after they were together. He wasn't an option, was he? Loving himself, caring for himself and thinking of himself wasn't an option in the first place.

He didn't matter.

He wasn't worth it anyway.

Everyone just keeps reminding him of it. He wasn't going to let all those years they spent on it go as if it didn't matter. They already broke him in the past so why keep trying and wasting energy and tears on something he knew he could never change. He wasn't important. And that's it. Never going to change, and never did anyways.

-I'll be okay..

That sad smile. Oh how he hated to pull it in front of his sister. And how she would look at him, not convinced in the sliest . But he still got up and left her there, not having the will to continue this conversation.

Or was it just another one of his many excuses? Another sentence to cover the fact that he was to scared and a coward?

The closet!

He shoved his body in the small and for now empty closet, waiting hot it's owner to fill it up with her expensive and designer clothes.

The glass broke. No sound. Just silence. Him holding his breath and shutting his eyes tight, hoping and praying for the survivalof his sister and the appearance of the two famous super heroes.

Another person was in.

Chat noir throwing another one of his silly puns.

Ladybug calling on her lucky charm.

Someone else is here now, another masked hero.

And then...

Chloe's POV:

Here we are, the hotel that I used to live in, the walls that watched me grow, that listened to my cries, sreams, the ones I leaned on and emptied all the water that was inside my body. The one I laughed in, witnessed my joys, my good moments I shared with my friends my half family and... myself. The windows I used to look through, staring indefinitely at Paris' beautiful and oh so calming sky, weather it were covered in clouds, expressing it's frustration, anger and hate, or pacific, just staring back at me and giving me that look that was so reassuring, letting me know, reminding me that it's always going to be with me, no matter what.

My second mother..

And my second father, sitting enthroned is the middle of all those buildings, overhanging them all, the French flag royally moving with the wind..