Hey everyone! So I tried to translate my story on my own... it is more difficult than I thought, but I think it was worth a try.
I hope my english isn´t too bad ( I haven´t written or spoken in english in a long time...)
It was finally over. After more than four years of adventures and jumps over the rooftops of Paris, Hawkmoth was defeated. Peace spread fast in Paris and the constant fear left for good. Paris could finally breathe!
While Chat Noir finally ripped his butterfly Miraculous from him, Ladybug strew her tenth Lucky Charm into the air, restoring Paris slowly. The loss of his Miraculous resulted in the reveal of Hawkmoth´s identity: Gabriel Agreste, famous Parisian fashion designer; the loss of his wife pulled him in a never ending circle of solitude, with revenge as his only hope. Chat Noir was ripped out of his state of shock by his own father:
"You don´t want to hear my reasons, you should call her an ambulance…"
Chat Noir turned around and stared at his partner… he had even more trouble breathing. Over there lay his unconscious partner: her pale skin whiter then paper, her left arm bend in an angle that screamed to be painful. He ran up to her side, cradled her head in his lap, after having gathered his force to call an ambulance and the police. She looked pained and had trouble breathing correctly. Her earrings started beeping.
He didn´t register as the paramedic came, he didn´t hear them telling him to get out of the way so they could help her and he didn´t react as someone grabbed him by the armpits and dragged him further away from the scene. Only when he saw that Ladybug was being transported into the ambulance, he realised he was shaking from head to toe and sobbing loudly. When he tried to keep the sobs in, he just ended up sobbing even more and screaming. Suddenly he felt someone taking him into an embrace. A paramedic had stayed behind with him. As he looked around, reality came crashing down on him again. How many times had he been with her near the Eiffel Tower, their favourite place. Here, he first fell in love with her, and fell even more… the girl was full of surprises and never ceased to amaze him. He had dreamed of this final battle. He and his Lady would have afterwards gone racing on the rooftops, passed Notre-Dame and would have ended up in one of the famous gardens of Paris, where they would have sat down on a bench and revealed their identity to one another. Chat Noir started crying again, his bad luck seemed never to let him go since his mother disappeared.
" Chat Noir? I would like to take you to the hospital; I have to clean up your wounds and suture them. I know you are devastated and I can´t tell you that I know how you feel right now, but I am sure that she would want you to be brave and be strong." Chat Noir didn´t respond to the paramedic, they simply stood up and left for the hospital.