Red, the only color he could think about these days. It was the color of her suit, the color of the ribbons in her hair.
The color of the warm liquid flowing, leaking, draining her life force away while he held her in her arms.
The liquid was warm but he could only feel cold, shock, realisation, then numbness as she lay there gasping for air, oxygen that her body wouldn't need in the next few minutes. Was it normal to feel this?
The akuma was pretty rough but that wasn't what killed her, no, it was a piece of debris that fell on her while she was walking towards him.
"Ladybug be careful!"
Not even the time to scream her name and she was gone. As he rushed towards her, he knew it was finished but still hoped that she'd be fine, that it would be okay and she'd be back to laughing in no time.
There she was on the ground, smudges of dirt on her face, eyelashes closed yet still so beautiful. He heard her miraculous beeping but didn't care. Who could care about identity when your on the edge of dying?
The miraculous flashed and her face was revealed. He stared in shock looking at a face he recognized, the face of his princess, the face of Marinette. As he stared he began to cry, not loud sobs, no, the most painful ones, the ones you had to control or else you'd fall apart.
He kneeled, and as he kneeled he gathered her in his arms, the blood, "her blood" his mind whispered, started to soak through his suit. He buried his head in her shoulder and he screamed, a raw pure sound, full of desolation and anger. Anger at Hawkmoth for placing her in danger, anger at her for leaving him, for dying and most of all anger at himself for not being able to protect her.
"Useless" a low voice whispered "Your so pathetic"
There is a chance that it was himself.
