My world came crashing down the moment I started to descend. It was routine; catch the akumitized villian, find the item, and purify the akuma. But something had fallen out of whack along the way. It was me. I, Marinette Dupain-Cheng a.k.a. Ladybug, messed up everything. I was tired. I didn't sleep the night before. I had come up with an idea for a dress and stayed up all night to finish it. It was stupid. No, I was stupid.
I fought wearily against the villian, eyelids blocking my way. Chat had done most of the work. He distracted and stole the item away, throwing it to me to crush and purify. But it missed. My reaction was slow, groggy and I didn't catch it. Instead, I backed up, a little too far, and fell from the roof.
Everything went numb. My mind, my arms, my legs; they were all numb. I couldn't process a word, let alone a thought. Then, out of my blank world, came a ringing in my ears.
"Ladybuuuug!"
It wasn't ringing, it was my alley cat. Chaton. He jumped to catch me, risking his own life.
Claws wrapped around my back and suddenly, I was twisted to face the ground. Though, what I saw in front of my face wasn't the concrete. It was Chat. And then, Boom!
We hit the ground with a heavy thud. The concrete street around us bore a thick crack and an ever-growing puddle of blood. Tears began to fill my already reddened eyes. I leaned up gently and his limp arms slid off of my back. No...No. No. No. No.
"NO!," I cried into the warm morning breeze. My numb bloody hands reached up to my savior's soft face. I traced his jaw line with my fingers, slowly making my way up to his mask. The transformation would wear of in a few minutes and I would soon see the innocent boy behind the mask, whom I didn't have to know, to know he didn't deserve this. I rested my ear onto his mouth, praying for even the slightest breath of life, but nothing,
Chat Noir was dead. My partner was dead. The man I loved...was dead.
I don't know how I lived. I suppose it was my luck..but to leave without a single broken bone was a pure miracle. What happened after that? I don't know, but I was told It wasn't pretty.
The man I loved was dead. Why wouldn't I be mad?