Adrien set down his book bag beside the desk
door still left open,
reaching for his piano and the book that sat barely touched on it
intent to wash away the day with his father's careful planning
eager to just forget the kind of pain that just clings to him
nowhere near to forgetting the ashen face of a little girl,
Impossibly deep eyes for someone so void of life
sadness clings where it shouldn't
Caring not, the news plasters her face everywhere
at the least, it is impossible to avoid her eyes, looking up at you from afar
tears don't always flow where pain lasts
Not able to say the words that cling to him,
or able to speak the truth of the matter
in the worst possible way, Ladybug floats to mind
rashly, her tears slip down.