Of the Unexpected
He should have known better, in retrospect.
His heart had talked for him, and he blindly allowed it to lead him wherever it so pleased. And with that power, the tiny red organ had forced him over a cliff.
In hindsight, it was a lost cause anyway.
She never truly saw him, no one did. Her mere presence commanded attention, and everyone would congratulate her on whatever tasks she had managed to accomplish this time. No one spared him a second glance.
Perhaps, looking back now, it never would have worked out. He always had a great deal of bad luck, though it was the opposite case with her. She personified Lady Luck, embodied every charm and symbol of good fortune. A bad day for her would have been glorified and cherished by any other. Maybe that's what drew him to her in the first place.
If he were to have taken his head out of the clouds, he could have realized it was a doomed aspiration.
There was a chance he would have realized that she was completely out of his league. That while a constant number of people actually cared what happened to her, he would always fall far below expectations. Yet she would still smile at him, help him when he fell down. Yes, it was far too good to be true.
There was a small, minuscule possibility that if for one insignificant second of his life he actually knew the real her, that everything would be different.
In his mind, she had to meet every presumption set forth, that she had to be beautiful and perfect and every detail in between. She had always been kind in passing, he supposed, but they had never actually carried on a full conversation before she ended up scampering away.
Of course, in reality, nothing ever is as it should be.
She would never fall into his arms, trusting him to be the hero instead. She could not simple do nothing, could not expect someone to save her but herself.
She had a power that seemed to glow from within her, one he simply could not match unless a tiny black creature were to help him. Even then, they would be separated by worlds.
It never could be, he finally realized.
His heart ached as he gazed upon what broke this fact to him, his first love, devoting herself so blindly to another that was not himself. His eyes traveled to look at the papers in his hands, the ones that had her face displayed with his more subtle in the background. He smiled softly, a sad little grin as he recalled their last adventure, he had saved her from yet another villain.
Perhaps if he were once to have thought that his drawings were only that, and not reality, that he would have come to the realization before this moment that she was never his in the first place
And as Nathanaël walked away, sketches clenched in hand, Marinette and Adrien softly knocked their fists together, smiling somewhat wistfully.
After all, he rationalized, dreams are often realized in the most unexpected ways.
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~ LordofthePandas