Why Her

Quietly Comforting

Third POV
The two proclaimed hero's of Paris looked at each other in silence, neither knowing what to say.

The air was laced with feelings of guilt, hurt, sadness and in all honesty, embarrassment.

Ladybug couldn't believe she had been caught, once again, crying over some stupid high school crush like a weakling.

Chat, on the other hand was only worried about two things. Ladybug and Marinette. Two girls he adored, and cared for deeply, two girls who were going through rough patches, two girls he wish he knew how to help.

The comforting tranquillity of the night sky guided Chat to slowly make his way over to his previous love, just as to be closer to her, to try to dig deeper into her feelings.

The soothing company each gave one another was worth more than a thousand words, each not needing to say a word to understand the other.

Ladybugs tears were accepted and welcomed, not judged by her partner, him always there whenever she needed, and her appreciating him.

That was how the night went for the two imperfect teens.

Quietly comforting.

Le time skip brought to you by my humanities report due in today which i haven't started ˚⁎⁺˳✧༚٩( ᐛ )و

Luka's POV

Empty.

Marinettes room was empty.

She was gone, with the trapdoor to her balcony wide open.

"Marinette?" i called out warily,
"Marinette are you up there? I saw you looked pretty down in the dumps so I decided to come check on you"

...

no response.

I climbed up to her balcony, my heart starting to race faster with every passing second. Where on earth could that girl be?

I hurried back inside her room to search one last time, looking, desperately trying to find some glimmer of hope, some answers, just something that would make this all a little less confusing and stressful.

All I found was a diary box which ate my hand alive. (yes he found the key later and no he didn't read the diary,,, out precious blueberry is respectful)

After what felt like an eternity searching for any sort of clues as to where the soft girl went, I heard a thump on the balcony.

My curiosity getting the best of me, the trapdoor was pushed a small bit open, just enough to peek outside.

There stood Ladybug, the one and only, the heroine of Paris, the brave, the stein, the unbreakable.... with a tear stricken face.

Observing, I kept quiet, as to conceal my presence.

She let out a deep sigh, and I swear I could feel all the shit she had been through, and it hurt.

For some accountable reason, I felt as much pain seeing her like this as I did Marinette, a girl whom I loved.

At this very moment in time, my mind was blank. There were no confounding questions on why she was here, only the overwhelming need to take her into my arms and tell her everything is going to be okay.

"Tikki, spots off"

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Authors noteeeeeeee~
*le gasp* oh how i do enjoy tormenting you all so,,,

but anywayyYYY how is everyone 🥺🥺🥺
oh also are you enjoying the book
oh also can any suggestions on like where to take the book or anything to change??
oh also can someone be my friend 🌱🌙

mkay das dat,,, have a nice life all u cuties out there ♡