Scars cling to skin

like adhesive bandages

yet never quite as fickle.

She fits in his arms

like a broken puzzle piece that once would fit,

but now is just broken in half and now jagged against his side.

He wonders if there's a reason why 'Lila' doesn't taste right on his tongue,

why some days,

he can only call her Volpina.

She tells him of dreams that run deeper than life,

and he tells her of the scars of them,

of the jagged little fragments left behind at times

Her laugh is nearly cruel

as she doesn't believe in the pain of it

as all she sees is his freedom.

One night, she is swaddled in the costume

that's a near replica of when she was Akumatized

He's not supposed to drop on to her balcony like he belongs there,

but Lila holds her arms out in an embrace that he just falls into

He realizes that tonight she is just Volpina,

like how tonight he is just Cat Noir.