Hey everyone! Just a random drabble I wrote, Not really sure what it is but I think it's alright. I tried playing around with third person even though I absolutely can't stand it. But overall I think I did ok.
Again I kinda played off my own past emotions with this one.
I kinda have this recurring thought of 'I wonder what people will remember about me when I pass away.' Of course I'm not planning on dying until I'm in my 70's at least but I always wondered what people would remember about me.
Would the good way out the bad? Would they remember what I was like? Would people remember me at all?
Have you guys ever wondered anything like that before?
'Will I be remembered?'
"You know, you've got a good life Mari…" He mumbles, staring down at his gloved hands.
"How so?" She wonders aloud as she approaches him and leans up against the balcony.
"I mean you've got loving parents, friends, and you have your whole life ahead of you. I have to put on a super suit just to feel like I can be myself."
Marinette rests a hand on his.
"I think I understand Chaton, but why bring this up? You and the team really kicked but on Akumas all week. You have friends and it's not like you're dying right now.." she looks out at the glittering Eiffel Tower and the skyline of paris against the night sky.
ChatNoir sighs.
"Do you think I'll be remembered?"
Marinette looks up at Chat for a moment.
"Of course, everyone loves you and knows who you are."
"No, they love me because I keep them safe. They see a perfect, popular, teen who's got no problems at all. But they don't really know me… They don't know that I like Anime, or that my father isn't exactly a good man, they don't know about my depression, or how many times a day I get scolded for doing something wrong. They don't understand my need to joke about everything just to keep the mood light so it doesn't feel like I'm suffocating. They don't see my pain, they just don't get it."
Marinette hugs ChatNoir from behind, wrapping her slim arms around his waist.
"I might not have known all of those things about you but I do know that if you disappeared off the face of the earth, it would break me in so many ways I wouldn't know what to do with myself."
"I don't think I can do this anymore, Mari." He mumbles in an almost dead tone.
"You're not allowed to give up Chaton… You just can't. I won't allow it. Even if I have to follow you home to make sure you take care of yourself, I'll be there." Marinette rests her head on his back. "You're precious to me Chaton. If you want you can tell me your story so you have someone who does understand. Just please stay with me." She pleads.
Chat turns around with tears in his eyes and wraps his arms around Mari's waist, staring into her crying eyes.
He leans down to press a kiss to her forehead before pulling her into a tight hug.
"I couldn't forget you if I tried," she whispers into his shoulder. "I love you too much."
"I won't leave you, princess, I promise."