I never realized what he meant to me until I had to lose him. And I never realized how far out I was casting the love of my life, when all he wanted was my love and affection in return. "Get up!" I yelled, yanking on his black clad arm. "Please!" the word tumbled out of my mouth as I sank to my knees, cradling his head against my chest.
He blinked up at me, his green eyes shining beneath the street lights above us. The rain pelting against my back was the only sound, the only sign that the rest of the world had not ceased to continue their lives as the great Chat Noir fought for his.
"Please." I said once more, pushing his blond locks off of his reddened forehead.
"Milady." He finally spoke. I jumped, bringing my hand to his mouth, and wiping away the blood staining his chin."Yes?" he continued to stare up at me. " I have something to tell you."
"Later, after we get you help." I snapped my gaze up, searching for someone, anyone, who could aid my alley cat.
"There isn't any time." I clenched my fingers at his words.
"Don't say that! You aren't the cynical one. I am." I choked on my words, forcing back a sob.
"Look at me, Bugaboo." His voice was softer this time, and I finally willed myself to turn my gaze back to him.
He chuckled, running his knuckle over my cheek bone. His fingers tangled in my hair, bringing my face down to his. My lips brushed his, only for a second, before the words I least expected were spoken into the cold Paris air.
"I love you." he finally brought his lips against mine, drinking in my hesitation and my doubts and my sorrow.
"It's always been you," he mumbled when I pulled back. I watched, frantic as his eyes began to flutter.
"No!" I shouted, the sobs coming freely now, as his body relaxed against my chest.
I couldn't help but hit myself for saying the words too late.
"I love you too."