I sighed as the car slowed to a stop in front of a funeral home. I wiped my eyes and was about to stand up when I remembered that I had to rest my legs.
I felt completely useless and helpless as Alya un-buckled me and helped me out of the limo.
Alya took a shaky breath before wheeling me into the building.
We were led into a pretty big room where Juleka was laying in an open casket.
I tugged Alya's sleeve and she bent down.
"I want to stand up." I whispered in her ear, and she sighed as she nodded.
She grabbed both of my hands as I planted my feet into the ground. When she pulled my arms, I pushed my legs down into the floor, standing up.
"Thank you." I murmured.
I limped forward to Juleka's side.
My knees buckled underneath me when I could see her close up. Alya gasped at the sight of her and sank to the ground with me.
I was on the ground shaking and crying with Alya when I could hear a voice in my head.
It's okay, Marinette. The voice whispered.
We'll never leave you! A familiar cheery voice followed.
"Juleka? Rose?" I whispered.
"W-What?" Alya looked at me.
"Nothing." I muttered when the voices didn't respond.
I got to my feet again and helped Alya up. I placed my hand gently on Juleka's shoulder.
"I'm going to miss you. Love you, girl." I said, holding back my sobs.
When I couldn't look at her any more, I turned around and walked quickly to the back of the room.
I clung to the wall. Soon, the room was full of people I barely even knew. All of Juleka's family members and friends I guess.
Alya and I hugged as the room filled and an hour flew by in an instant. I guess it was because we were all lost in our own thoughts. I jumped when an old woman walked up to me and put her hand on my shoulder.
"I'm sorry for your loss." The old woman was in tears and had a sad smile on her face.
"I-I'm sorry to tell you that I don't know who you are, miss." I started breaking down, talking seemingly impossible for me.
The old woman chuckled. "I wouldn't expect you to, my dear."
I sniffled, and Alya was eyeing the woman suspiciously.
"My name is Maribel Couffaine. I am Juleka's grandmother." The woman smiled at us.
I gasped. "Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry! I'm sorry for your loss." I could barely finish my sentence before needing to lean slightly on Alya. "My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and this is my friend Alya Cesaire."
"I know who you are darling." Maribel sighed. "Juleka would call me all the time and tell me all about you two."
I wiped my nose with the back of my hand, sniffling. "Sh-she did?"
Maribel nodded.
"That's so nice!" I sobbed, and Maribel pulled me in for a gentle hug.
"Juleka told me that she was in the process of writing a song about her friends, and I'm sure that you were a big part of it." Maribel whispered as she pat my back.
I pulled away from Maribel, and saw that she was crying harder now. "I've also heard about a Ladybug superhero with magical ladybugs that will save the day and fix all the damage done. So I believe that we will see her again soon."
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Live for them
FanfictionMarinette Dupain-Cheng is as we all know, the one and only Ladybug. She has an awesome partner named Chat Noir who's secret identity is none other than Adrien Agreste. Ladybug rounds up a team of superheroes to fight the most dangerous villain of al...