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Author's Note: Hi, I'm planning to write a multi-chaptered Lukanette. It's a little bit of an AU, seeing there's no Ladybug and Chat Noir here, but I'm sticking to some events in the cartoon. I hope all of who'll read this will enjoy. Please leave a review. Thank you!
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Prologue
Five years.
That's how long it had been since he last saw her. Since he last heard of her. Since he was last able to feel her touch, to smell her sweet fragrance. She left without a note, without a warning, without a word to him. She disappeared without a trace, and had it not been for her job, he would have probably never found out where she had gone.
Sure, it wasn't like he hadn't deserved that, because he most definitely had. Despite that vivid knowledge, however, he couldn't help but feel the slightest bit of remorse whenever he thought back to what she had done—not only to him, but to all of them. That feeling was instantly replaced by guilt and by an intense need to hit himself, because every time he thought about her actions, memories of what had caused them flooded his mind. He had been so stupid… He'd had everything. Everything. How could he have pushed it away so easily, he would never know.
She was happy now. At least, that was what he had heard. She lived in New York, in one of those huge penthouses at the top of a skyscraper. She had graduated with flying colors from the best fashion university in town, and now had a successful career as a fashion designer of the stars – like she always dreamt of. As far as he know, she's giving Gabriel Agreste a run for his money and quite obviously, she had already moved on.
And him? He was still there, right where she had left him. Still trying to forget her, still trapped in the past. He lived in Paris still, in that old boathouse his mother left him – much to the annoyance oh his manager. Pursuing his dreams, he's now one of the top singers in France and possibly Europe, he never really did asked his manager how famous he'd got these past few years. His mother went back to Scotland after he and Juleka completed their education, whilst his sister became a make-up artist living with her longtime girlfriend, Rose.
As a singer, you could say he had everything – a nice expensive car, a wardrobe full of designer clothing and shoes, he's got a real house somewhere, and of course his beloved guitars. But, his most prized possession was a picture. . An old, rumpled photograph. A photograph of her.
It was taken a long time ago, just after the first exposure of his band with his sister and friends, Kitty Section. Marinette was with them at that time, helping them make the costume and registering. Juleka took the picture – it was during dinner his mother cooked for them. She was on the port of the boat, the Seine twinkling under the bright starry skies. With just enough light from their boathouse and the street lights nearby, you could see her clearly, dressed in her usual outfit of pink pants and ballet flats, black blazer and a white shirt with her signature flowers. She was smiling as usual with a serene look on her face.
He may have forgotten what other things happened that night, the conversation, even the food they ate, but not this – not the fact he was the one who made her smile like that. Confessing his love for her that night just before they went on stage and her accepting her feelings that made him sing a song he wrote just for her.
And he would give anything to be able to do that again—at least once more.
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