Note: I know this has been done a million times... But I wanted to write a story about it. I got the idea while listening to Rita Ora play Lonely Together Live and how she talked about Avicii. So, here it is. ^-^ Thank you for reading. ^-^
'No one would care if I was gone…' Chat Noir's voice echoed in Marinette's ears, as she clutched her head in her hands at her desk.
She hadn't left her bedroom in days. Not since the funeral. Adrien Agreste had been pushed too far. Her kitty had been pushed too far and she felt like it was her fault. Like she had pushed him over the edge as, not only, Marinette but as Ladybug too.
She should have seen it coming, but she hadn't. Marinette picked up the framed photo of Adrien on her desk and ran her thumb across it. Tears fell from her eyes and her lips quivered, as her heart began to feel too heavy for her. It suddenly became hard to breath.
Marinette didn't want to live anymore. She didn't see a point in it. What good was Ladybug without Chat? They completed a whole. A small part of her blamed Adrien's unloving father for his suicide.
She remembered reading the headline. How they had called him a protege. How it had nothing to do with the real him. Just fancy words about his name and how wealthy he was. How he was taken too soon. Words that were hollow and made by people that really didn't know him. Not like she did. Not like Nino did. The media was only interested in how he died, how much money he was worth, his last photoshoot, what he was wearing… They didn't care if he was happy. If he was smiling when he did it? What he was thinking... What were his last words… his last thoughts… She wanted to know. More than anything she wanted to know those words…
Marinette brought her knees to her chest. "I just wish I could have stopped you. I could have told you no. That you were- ARE important. That you were loved. That- I loved you." Marinette punched her desk. "Why didn't I say I loved you?! Why do I have to be so shy? I never-" Her voice broke. "I never got to say I loved you…" The words came out in a hopeless whisper.
"Marinette?" Alya's sweet voice came through the trap door. "I know you're in there. Just- let me in please. You can't handle this alone… none of us can. I- I'm worried about you."
Marinette sniffed and whispered, "Tikki, spots on."
"M?" Alya sighed through the door and she lifted it above her head and peered inside. The bedroom was empty, but she noticed that Adrien's picture was turned upside down on the desk and a cup of warm tea sat beside it. The steam still rising in a swirling pattern.
She let her shoulders fall, as she walked up and into the bedroom. She ran her fingers along a letter that was covered in tear drop stains. The letter she had gotten from the trash on Valentine's Day. The day that Alya had helped her write a poem in return. "Oh… Marinette…" Alya slumped into the pink chair and held her head in her hands. "You can't do this alone. I know you can't."
Ladybug sobbed as, she swung her yo-yo through Paris. Her vision began to blur with each passing building. She slipped and tumbled along the dewey emerald grass at the park. She reached up to grab a hold of a nearby statue's hand to only look up with swollen pink eyes at a smiling bronze Chat Noir. She slumped to her knees and cried harder against the cool metal work. She curled up into a ball as, rain fell from clouds that had begun to form over the moonlit sky.
Paris faded away and she was suddenly in her bedroom with Adrien beside her at her desk.
"My father wouldn't care if I was gone. He would just replace me with another model. There's a million others out there besides me." Adrien shrugged with a sigh.
Marinette worried her bottom lip and suddenly took control of her memory. She pulled his chair to her. "You're not replaceable." Tears filled her eyes. "You hear me?!" She shook the chair.
Adrien looked at her with tear filled shocked eyes, before he faded in burning embers, as a breeze blew through them.
Ladybug fell to the grass and touched the soft blades with her fingertips. "You're not replaceable." She whispered along the wet greenery. "Not then and not now. I'll never find someone like you. Tikki… spots off."
"Marinette!" Alya shouted into the rain, as she held a familiar black umbrella over her head.
She stood over Marinette, but all Marinette saw was a hand holding out a black umbrella.
"Adrien…?" She softly spoke, as she peered up and let her vision focus. Alya appeared instead of Adrien's soft face and she curled up into a tighter ball and shook her head without a word.
Alya crouched down and sighed. "M. Let's get you home and dry. Your parents are worried about you."
Marinette shook her head and firmly planted herself on the ground.
Alya peered up at the statue of Chat Noir. "I know you miss him. We all do. But- this isn't healthy. For anyone. Just- let's go home. And if you don't want to go to your house… then I'll call your parents and you can come over and eat popcorn and watch movies with me all night. We can even share ice cream. How's that sound?"
Marinette peered at her through wet strands of dark hair. "I- c-can't." Her voice broke, as she spoke.
"You can. Come on." Alya yanked her to her feet and she stumbled, as Alya caught her. "I'll tell your parents you're spending the night with me."
Marinette shook her head. "I- want to be alone."
"No, not an option. I'm not leaving you alone." Alya pulled her cell phone out and called Marinette's family, before taking Marinette to her house to spend the night.
Songs I wrote to:
Lonely Together by Avicii feat. Rita Ora
1-800-273-8255 by Logic feat. Alessia Cara and Khalid