Heyo! Yes I started another fic. No I'm not done with the other two unfinished ones. No I don't think I am good at handling multiple stories at once. But I sure as hell can write a fic for hours. This took like 15mins though. Hope you like it!

Enjoy!

I love you. Words that have such meaning behind them, but they can be empty and wasted. I love you. Words that can make or break a heart. I love you. Words that are used much too often, it not enough. I love you. These words cause creation and destruction. Laughter and tears. Solutions and problems.

I Love You.

"Marinette! Marinette!" She ran. She couldn't face him, not now, not ever. Not until he meant his words, not until he was speaking the whole truth. "Marinette please!" He wouldn't stop. He was calling after her, tirelessly running and running and running. She could feel herself slowing, slowing, slowing down. She could feel herself turn to face him, she could feel herself look up into the eyes of the man who she loved. She loved him and she meant it. He knew that. She loved him with all her heart, all of him. Every little thing. His other self. His current self. His past self. His future self. She loved him and would always love him. But she couldn't be sure he did the same.

"Go away! Don't say you love me, you don't! You love a part of me and only think of the other part as a friend. Marinette could feel the tears in her eyes. They stung as she struggled to hold back the flow of water from leaving her eyes. Her hands clenched tightly around the hem of her t-shirt, she turned her face up at the sky, letting herself cry as it could now be mistaken for the sky's tears. The sky seeped and seeped relentlessly.

"Marinette, I do! I want you to know, both you and Ladybug, that I lo-" a hand to his mouth silenced him. He wouldn't be able to finish what he was going to say. He was on the verge of tears. His umbrella forgotten on the sidewalk a few yards back. He was soaked. She was Soaked. He loved her, he really did. But she wouldn't let him. She wouldn't.

"I'm sorry." She said, tears now differentiated from the rain. "I'm sorry, Adrien."

She ran. She ran down the sidewalk and turning a corner, out of his sight. He wanted to go after her. To cradle her in his arms and apologize. To prove to her now that he loved Marinette and Ladybug. But no. She wouldn't let him. She never would. Standing there in the rain, Adrien didn't noticed when he had sunk to his knees. When he had started to cry. When his heart had began to ache. He cried. He cried and cried, letting the sky mourn with him.

He didn't know long he had kneeled there, his devastated tears mixing with the rain water and seeping into the dirt below him. He only stood when his tears halted. He walked home in the downpour of defeat and dejection, barely recognizing the umbrella on his way.

Marinette collapsed onto her bed, tears no longer containable. She cried and cried. And cried. She cried like the sky did for the earth. She cried as the Sun did for the moon. She sobbed into her pillow onto the bedspread into the jacket she had taken off her shoulders. She didn't want this. She knew he loved Ladybug. And she loved Adrien. But she also loved Chat Noir, and he showed no signs to liking Marinette. Her heart hurt. It was torn, broken, shattered, disabled, undone, lost, missing, gone. She couldn't and wouldn't ever find a word to show what she felt. There just had never before been enough saddened in the world.

She cried till evening, cried through dinner, cried through a shower, cried through a prayer. She didn't sleep. She wept continuously. A never ending flow from her eyes to her chin to her sheets. She ached for her Chat, for Adrien. But she could never be content knowing he loved only the superheroine and not on the clumsy civilian. Her sleep was slow. It took its time. It came slowly, incredibly slowly. She slept very, very deeply. Tears never stopped flowing through the night.

Soooooo... Did you hear that big crash coming from some distant place as you were reading this, ya that was my heart falling and shattering as I wrote this. I hope it wasn't too sad or not sad enough. I rarely write anything but fluff, so I'm not so good at making sure feels are distributed properly. What I can do, though, is read your reviews and make my fic better!

Me: *throws glitter into the sky*

Me: *cries glitter tears*

Me: *realizes glitter rain isn't sad enough and neither are glitter tears*