I pretty much said 'screw it' and wrote this at one in the morning :P
The model went above and beyond to dress nicely for his lady as well, clothed in his finest attire. Adrien didn't care if his father got upset at him for wearing one of his black suits without permission. Today was Adrien's day to tell the blue-haired girl his deepest feelings and nobody, not even his father, could take that from him.
He he fumbled with the rose he grasped between his fingertips. It was the perfect flower for Marinette, too. The petals faded from a blush pink to a blood red, just like her. Who knew that there could be such a rose that fit his lady and his princess. Adrien cracked a small smile at his lips knowing that Marinette wouldn't be happy wit's the knowledge that he found out about her secret identity. He desperately wished he could tell her he'd been her kitty this whole time as well. Now was his chance to because today was the day.
Adrien sucked in a deep breath as he shakily made his way way to her. The blond had hoped to see her smiling that bright smile that could light up a city, no, a country...heck, the whole world. Marinette would have been smiling if she saw him heading towards her. Alya, dressed in a black and dark purple, strapless dress, had perfect timing to leave Marinette's side and join Nino on the other half of the room. Perfect, he thought, I can talk to her alone.
The blond's breath hitched when he finally was close enough to look her over completely. His princess, his lady, looked stunning in her red dress. It had black spots scattered along the skirt while the bodice remained plain with a sweetheart neckline and capped sleeves. Her dark-as-night locks were fashioned in soft curls that barely brushed her shoulders and her bangs were had a slight wave to them as they fell on her forehead and rested just above her eyes.
Marinette's lips looked so kissable and all he wanted to do was embrace the bluenette in loving passion and kiss her tenderly. But what kind of gentleman would Adrien be if he did that? He knew wouldn't get any warm and fuzzy feeling from doing so; definitely no little feelings from kissing her by surprise would compare to the overall feelings he held in his heart for her.
Adrien forced himself to smile as he gazed down at the blue-haired girl. She looked so calm and peaceful, something completely different as opposed to when she would get all frantic when talking to him as Adrien, or full of sass when he was Cat Noir. No, this version of Marinette acting at peace with the world was something entirely new to him. It's not that the blond didn't find it an attractive quality about his princess, it was just something different. Marinette was still so beautiful.
He longed to see her bluebell eyes flutter up at him; those same bluebell eyes he'd always been so enamored with and how they would flicker with wonder and unconditional love. Marinette's eyes refused to meet Adrien's, though, but he wasn't entirely disappointed because he knew how she could get embarrassed easily as well as flustered in front of him. It was something he had always loved about the bluenette.
Adrien swallowed hard before running a hand through his golden locks, thinking of what he could say to her and how he would say it. The blond twiddled the rose between his thumb and forefinger as he let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.
Without thinking, Adrien bent down and hovered the pink and red rose above her chest before he guided her dainty, porcelain hands to grasp ahold of the flower. Marinette's hands were a bit cold, but it was chilly in the room anyway...heck, he was cold to the bone as well. In fact, probably everyone in the room was cold to an extent.
Adrien dared to brush her blue bangs out of her face and planted a soft kiss on her pearlescent forehead. His confidence wavered a moment as he lost his courage to tell his lady...his princess. However, the blond wouldn't let the butterflies in his stomach stop him from letting Marinette know. Today was his day, today was the day to tell her.
Adrien leaned in ever so slightly more and whispered into her ear, "I love you," and just as carefully, stood up straight again to look at Marinette. He waited for a response from her. Adrien knew he wouldn't get a response, but he waited anyway for her anyway.
A tear, a single tear, slipped out of the corner of his emerald eye and rolled slowly down his cheek. Adrien bowed his head, trying his hardest not to break out in sobs, for the last thing he wanted was to cause a scene. Marinette wouldn't want him to cause a scene.
The blond stifled his crying and turned to walk away, practically choking on air. Adrien walked away from Marinette without looking back. Yes, she looked beautiful and yes, he loved her, but he didn't look back.
Adrien couldn't look back at Marinette's casket.
Well, that was a twist and I'm crying now. Why do I do this? I don't know... Feel free to mail me your hearts, preferably shattered to a million pieces like mine :'(
Should I continue this? Honestly, I wasn't planning on it, but I might make this one-shot into a two or three-shot :3
Anyhoo, leave a review about what you thought of my first angst fanfic. Toodles! :D
