Prompt: "I stopped telling myself that I'm lost. I'm not. I'm on a road with no destination, I'm just driving with hope that I'll find a place that I like and I'll stay there. I'm not lost, I'm on my way."

Chat raised his head and looked into the purple sky. Clouds overlapped with each other as they moved about. Even they were harmonious, he thought. They had a place to be with each other where they belonged—where they were meant to be.

And where was he? No where was the answer. He was here and yet all he did was cause trouble. What was he good for—a couple photos? It wasn't that he was overly fond of modeling, he was just always good at pretending. Lying to himself, the people around him. So good that everyone never questioned it.

"Chat, are you okay?" Ladybug asked, placing a hand on his shoulder as she stared at him.

Except her. The one good thing in his life. Lies, it seemed, never quite worked with her.

He looked back to the sky where everything looked as one. "Do you think... I'm lost?"

Ladybug lowered her eyes. Seconds later, she frowned at Chat as she tightened her grip on his shoulder. Her voice squeezed his heart. The sincerity—the genuine feeling for another human being.

"You're standing right in front of me." Her eyes searched his, but he gave her no answers because he didn't know himself. "How could you be lost? We've been here before this is—"

"I don't mean that kind of lost," Chat interrupted. "I just meant... as a person."

She lowered her gaze to the floor, her face scrunching up in the process. Ladybug was searching for an answer that even Chat didn't know. He'd looked longer than she had, and even though he was willing to admit she was more cunning and smarter than she was most times, Chat knew she wouldn't find an answer that years of searching for couldn't find.

But she wouldn't be Ladybug if she didn't constantly find ways to surprise him. So when she snapped her head back up to his, her eyes blazing with a deep-rooted passion unbeknownst to him, he froze.

"You're not lost."

She made it sound so simple—easy like the only lie he'd been telling himself was that he didn't know, that he couldn't. And for the first time, he saw Ladybug's confidence falter for only a second. He saw her look at him without pity, without sympathy he didn't want, but understanding that she knew what he was going through. Reassurance that they were in fact more similar than he'd ever thought.

"I-I don't know what your life is like outside of being a superhero, Chat, but I know the Chat Noir that's always by my side, and never once have I thought of you as pathetic. Never once did I think that you didn't know what you were doing. Never once did I think that you were anything less than perfect just the way you are. Even if you don't know where you are going, you're not lost—you're on your way."

It was those few words, those simple yet beautiful words that made him break. His walls fell down and he collapsed to his knees. Ladybug was by his side in seconds, scooping him up in her arms. He grabbed onto her, held her like his life depended on it.

Chat cried into his shoulder. For the first time in his life, he let everything out.