♡ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ blank space. ଓ adrien agreste. ˎˊ˗

1 :: 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙

"Adrien, please, you have to tell me whats going on!" I pleaded, grabbing his wrist as he tried to leave. He had come to my house again, sneaking through the window. I had wrapped his knuckles, which had been cut for some unknown reason. It wouldn't have been unknown if he had just told me what was going wrong with him.

But he didn't. He would always find a way to avoid the questions, and I always fell for it. But with each passing day, I found myself unable to brush away the worry and guilt I had for allowing him to get hurt.

A few months had passed, and although I wanted to respect his privacy, I just couldn't anymore.

"I can't," he muttered as he attempted to pull away from me. I would have let him, but I just couldn't deal with it anymore. I only tightened my hold, clinging onto him. I wanted- no, needed- to know what was going on with Adrien. 

"Why not? Don't you trust me?" I questioned. 

"Of course I do! I just can't!" he responded, his emerald eyes piercing into my e/c eyes. His eyes swirled with worry, and I knew mine were too.

Worry was something that consumed me for a while.

I had felt it the first day he had fallen through my window, a light purple bruise forming on his cheek. I was quick to tend to him, asking little to no questions about how he had gotten it. But now, I just wanted to know why he was being hurt. At first, I thought it was an accident. But as the cuts and bruises became more frequent, I couldn't stand back and allow him to go and do whatever he was doing that resulted in this.

I cared for him too much to watch him hurt.

"But why?" My voice raised slightly, concerned for the model.

"Why are you suddenly asking me this?! You didn't care before!," Adrien sharply tugged his hand, and I felt it slip through my fingers. 

"I always cared! I'm your girlfriend, why wouldn't I?!" I shouted back, reaching out to grab onto him. He took a step away, avoiding my hand. 

My heart hurt at the action. These days, our relationship seemed more tense, and I was afraid of what he was hiding that affected him so much. It had begun to infect us, and I worried for the our future. 

We stood quietly, before he whispered out five words that had torn my heart.

"Let's just be friends then."