Hi! Someone asked for a companion to my other Miraculous fic called He Knows What She Thinks. I wasn't going to at first, but I wanted to write something tonight and voila! This was born. I apologise for the quality. This is unedited and I have a severe problem with sentence fragments.
She knows what he thinks. She knows that he thinks that she rejected him. She knows that he thinks that she doesn't feel the same way about him that he feels about her.
She knows that this is a lie.
Her own feelings may confuse her most of the time, but she knows enough to recognize the feeling of a blush tingeing her cheeks, the warm flush spreading colour across her face so that her skin matched her suit. She knows that the sudden skip in her heartbeat when he smiled at her wasn't from exerting herself.
She knows enough to recognize why seeing him disappear was enough to shatter her world to pieces, to open a cavern inside of her that she could feel herself slipping down, falling with no hope of reaching the bottom. Seeing him vanish before her very eyes snapped something inside of her and she was filled with such anguish and rage. She wasn't angry at Alix. She knew that it wasn't her fault. No. She was angry at Cat.
She knows that he thinks that his life is worth less than hers. She knows that he thinks that everything would still be alright if he were to die to save her.
She knows that he doesn't know how wrong he is.
She knows that if he were to die, she wouldn't be able to be Ladybug anymore. She wasn't even sure if she could function as Marinette anymore. He was her best friend; someone who she could laugh and joke with and trust with her life. She just wished that she could trust him with his own life. How was she supposed to tell him that if he were to die, she would too? She couldn't. Not yet... But maybe one day.
Once again, this is unedited, so please don't judge me too harshly. I wrote this for fun and this piece of writing doesn't reflect my personal opinions of the characters and the show. This was just a bit of fluff to exercise my abysmal writing skills.
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