Chloe stared almost forlornly at the picture; she didn't want to know who she was really.
All that she wanted in this moment was to see her and find a way to deal with this amazing mess of emotions.
Just the night before, she'd dreamed about her saving the day, dreamed that she'd left Cat Noir's side for her.
Chloe sighed especially when her mind jumped to her latest dream about her, one that had happened just the night before; she'd gingerly leaned against the soft mask before her and felt the other woman take control and kiss her.
She loved becoming putty in her hands, loved letting the other kiss her senses away, and definitely loved the thrill of just letting the other have her way.
In a blind fit of rage, she hated Cat Noir, hated him normally, and she could not see past the tear of jealousy in her heart: an emotion that she'd let have its way with her before, let manifest into more jealousy.
Chloe was the jealous type, but sneaking a glance at Ladybug, proved that she didn't seem to be.
The blond teenager wanted to be held close, gingerly brushed into the arms of the Ladybug, pressed tight against her superhero suit, tight enough to feel her heartbeat and hear it clear as day.
Chloe wanted the other to take control, to kiss her, to cherish her.
She frowned; her daydreams were getting nowhere.
The teenager had places to be yet pulled out her old box from underneath her bed, kissed the picture of Ladybug that she'd screenshoted from the Lady Blog that Alya runs.
She nervously pulled out a blank piece of paper and began to pen her heart down onto the page in desperate fear that it will run away from her.
'Ladybug, please notice me, your adoring fan. I don't need to know who you are, just feel you close by.' She shifted as she gingerly tucked the short letter into dozens of others that she'd written but knew of no way to send them and had no true understanding of her feelings.
She loved Adrien or at the very least believed that she did, but could not deny her attraction to Ladybug that rose way above the image of any woman that she'd ever met; Ladybug was fearless, confident, always in control, and literally saved the day.
Chloe wasn't even like that; she wasn't strong or brave, and she definitely knew it.
She sighed and nestled further into her bed until she heard a knock on the door, "Coming! I'm coming!"
Chloe stood up, hid her secret stash of love letters and other prized items of her infatuation, and rushed to the door, grabbing only what she needed for the day.
It didn't matter what the day would bring, she still knew that she'd come back and miss Ladybug so much more again.
Her feelings made no sense, but she refused to let them show; there was a reason though that she dreamed to be like Ladybug, dreamed to have a place in her heart.
Only time will tell if this will lead to heartbreak or to a secret and short affair.