My Shattered Heart (Lukanette FF)

Stinging

The funeral was held a week later. All of Paris attended, with the exception of one person.

Marinette went to the Eiffel Tower, taking a seat at the top. She had told her friends to go to the funeral without her so she could mourn alone. She reached into her bag and pulled out the note, she had kept it without anyone knowing. She read the note, tears falling and smudging the ink. She sat there for the next hour reading the note over and over again.

A cold breeze blew against Marinette's face. She folded the note and put it back in her bag. She grabbed something else and pulled it out, staring down at it. The sun glinted off the small object in her hand, blinding her for a moment. Taking the small piece of metal she slides it across her wrist, watching the blood well up. The sting from the blade was the only thing she had been able to feel recently.

Putting the blade away she stood up. Leaning against the rail she looked over the city, seeing the once busy street lifeless. She looked over to the graveyard where the funeral was taking place. She could see a large mass of bodies, all adorned in black. If she looked hard enough she could make out the coffin, which was being lowered into the ground.

Marinette watched as the people paid their respects and started to leave. After a few minutes only two people remained. The two figures stayed there for the next few hours. Marinette sat down and felt the tears falling again. She felt guilty for skipping the funeral, but she hadn't been ready to interact with people. As the sky darkened she left the Eiffel Tower, walking toward the graveyard.

As Marinette walked down the rows she saw the two people still standing there. She could see the figures clearly now and recognized them. It was Chloé Bourgeois and Gabriel Agreste. She watched as Chloé wiped her tears and started to walk away. She quickly looked down as Chloé walked by her. After she had passed Marinette walked closer to the grave. "I'm so sorry son. How could I let this happen to you?" Gabriel was talking to himself. "I'm sorry for your loss sir." Marinette says, her voice quiet. Gabriel looks over, noticing Marinette for the first time. The two of them stand there in silence.

After a few minutes Gabriel walks away, leaving Marinette alone. She stands there for a few hours, not noticing as rain starts to fall. She was so wrapped up in her sorrow she didn't notice someone approaching, jumping when she feels a hand on her arm. Turning around she sees Luka as he pulls her into a hug.

The two stand there and hold each other, rain soaking through their clothes. After a few minute Luka takes Marinette's hand and leads her away. They walk back to Alya's house where they're pulled inside and given towels. "You can't stay in the rain that long, you'll catch a cold." Alya says in a motherly voice. "Now go clean yourself up, you'll feel better." She says, pushing Marinette to the bathroom.

Marinette's POV
"Now go clean yourself up, you'll feel better." Alya says as she pushes me into the bathroom. I look in the mirror, my reflection staring back with hollow eyes. I peel the wet clothing off my body and get in the shower. I stand under the steaming water, wincing as it makes contact with the fresh cuts on my wrist. Lathering soap on my body I scrub off all the blood and dirt, ignoring the stinging on my wrists. As I finish rinsing off I hear a knock at the door. "I brought you a change of clothes." Alya says, opening the door and putting down the clothes. "Do you need anything else?" She asks. "No." I say, listening as she leaves.

I turn off the water and step out, grabbing the towel and wrapping it around my body. I carefully pat the corner of the towel on my wrists, wincing at the stinging pain. After drying off I grab the clothes Alya left and put them on. It was a simple long sleeve shirt and pants. Pulling my sleeves up I wipe away the blood beginning to dot along the cuts. Holding a piece of toilet paper against it I apply pressure until the bleeding stops. I pull my sleeves down and gather up my wet laundry, exiting the bathroom.

Nobody's POV
A few days later Alya and Marinette were sitting on the couch as a movie played, however, neither of them were watching. They were spacing out, their thoughts on a certain blonde haired boy. Marinette stood up and walked to the door, exiting into the frigid night. She walked down the street, heading to the Eiffel Tower. She had been going there everyday since the funeral. Climbing to the top she sat down, looking over Paris.

Luka was walking when he saw Marinette heading for the Eiffel Tower. He started to call out but stopped himself. He walked to the nearest store and bought Marinette's favorite snack. He then walked to the Eiffel Tower and climbed it. When he got to the top he saw Marinette sitting there, looking over the city. "Hey." He called out, alerting Marinette to his presence. She looked back at him, surprised. Luka sat down beside her, offering her the bag. Grabbing it Marinette smiled, a sad smile showing her pain. They sat there for the next few hours, just enjoying the view.