Some days feel like the icy wind before her, and yet she can't help but lean towards what could simply be a touch, a delicate flicker of new life.
Chloe sighed, because she knew that it was likely that this would end in disaster like everything else.
She saw the beauty of the woman before her, strong, confident, seemingly fearless; she wasn't fearful or overtly concerned with her image.
Ladybug was everything that Chloe Bourgeois was not; she was humble, kind, and on top of that someone that everyone looked up to.
Queen Bee definitely felt inferior, felt that pinprick of inferiority consume her for a moment; Ladybug never judged Queen Bee.
Ladybug treated her like just another superhero partner, amidst questions of who she was beneath the mask and yet Queen Bee knew that she was a contradiction to that desire; she wanted to know who Ladybug is yet can't bear to tell her who she is.
Chloe wondered if there really would be a way to loop arms around Ladybug, a way to steal confidence from a kiss, and a way to fix the damage already done to her heart.
She was supposed to be living like royalty: lonely, hurting, and unsure of herself. Chloe though knew that she'd let herself go bitter a long time ago, and yet Ladybug made kindness seem so effortless, so easy.
Chloe really admired that though she'd never say the words, never let them become a part of the air around her.
If she could just let someone guide her on her life, another Parisian, for a year, she'd pick Ladybug to teach her how to be as sweet and kind as she was.
It hurt to imagine changing her ways in the way it hurt to face a big decision and somehow come out on top; it was difficult like ripping off a limb. She'd been this way for too long, and somehow it didn't seem real to change her ways.
Chloe Bourgeois really hated change with the finality that it rang to every word, with the way it pulsed and dictated life, but yet she knew that it was inevitable, had finally dealt with that fact more recently.
She was Queen Bee with the title befitting of royalty, with the spunk to keep on fighting, and yet not with the easy confidence that Ladybug presented.
Cat Noir flirted and won the hearts of Paris by his undying devotion to Ladybug despite everything, despite not knowing who she is behind the mask, and Queen Bee stole the spotlight and had others more concerned over her choices whenever she so much as tried to flirt with her Ladybug companion.
It was intimidating to face a crowd revealing so much of herself and yet hiding one major thing; it was unnerving to not be the spotlight of the event, to not say a word and have people fall about themselves for just any interview.
Most interviews felt staged anyway, but giving up her last life, her civilian life, bit by bit was difficult even with the faint ease that it sent through her airflow, even with every hint of positive change.
Nothing quite worked as well as her dreams made it seem, and yet here she was, still admiring Ladybug even while working side by side with her, and wondering if there was even a sliver of a chance for something more, for the final piece of a difficult puzzle falling into place, into perfection, tearing her old life into shambles.