Green lights alighted his hand.
With bittersweet realization, he turned to the girl in red yukata and smiled.
"I can finally touch you… Come here, Marinette," he opened his arms to embrace the very first and last hug he will get to the human girl he loved.
Marinette did nothing but returned the smile and enveloped the boy as tight as she can. Committing his scent and warmth to memory until his existence dispersed in the lights.
Alas the boy's body was no more with his white yukata left in the girl's arms.
Cat mask forgotten on the ground as Marinette cried her heart for the owner's parting.
And that my friends a very short drabble from my Inktober drawing.
I am still sad for what happened in Paris, everyone was enjoying their Friday then it turned into a bad memory for the people. Be strong Parisians. Let's pray for Paris.