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Chapter 1

"You want to what?" Marinette Dupain-Cheng incredulously shrieked, her shock-filled eyes fixed on the man standing before her. "I'm not sure if I heard you right."

Luka looked away, his eyes downcast; as much as he wanted, he found himself unable to look at her. He had known that she would react something like this, of course, and he had spent weeks thinking of a way to keep her from misunderstanding him. Once he finally decided it was time to break the news to her, he could say he had been fully prepared for whatever reaction she might have.

What he hadn't prepared for was the mixture of emotions that had hit him all at once. Before, he'd been certain that this was the right decision; now, he was slowly beginning to regret it with every inch of his fiber.

"You want to call off the wedding?" she asked again, her words causing his head to snap at her direction and his eyes finally meet hers.

"No!" he exclaimed, positively horrified with the prospect. How could she even think of something like that? "Gods no, Marinette! I just… I just want to postpone it for a while," he explained. "I mean, I've just turned twenty-three. You're only twenty-one. Don't you think we're a bit too young to get married?"

Almost instantly, he could tell she did not agree with him. "Too young?" she scoffed. "We've been together since I was fourteen, that's seven years! You proposed when I was nineteen! We've been planning this wedding for two years! Now, you're telling me, we're a bit too young to get married?"

"I know, but –" he tried to interrupt, but she didn't give him a chance to do so.

"But what? Why are you doing this?" She paused only for a moment, waiting for an answer – it didn't come, causing her to feel angry at him. "Do you even have a solid explanation for this? And why now? We've established that date months ago!"

Once again, he opened his mouth to speak, to give her the explanations she was so obviously demanding, but to no avail.

"Why is it that, two weeks before the wedding, you decide that you're insecure and that, in fact, you don't want it anymore?" she yelled, glaring daggers at him.

Any other person would have simply assumed that she was very angry—and therefore, very dangerous—no one really dares anger Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and would have run off as soon as the opportunity presented itself. But Luka was not just anybody—he was her fiancé and he knew her. He noticed her glassy eyes, heard the faint tremor in her voice, and saw the hurt written all over her now emotionless features.

It was the first time in a long while that he felt so guilty—and so incredibly stupid.

But it was also the first time in a long while that he felt angry, as well. His decision had taken her by surprise, he knew, and she had a right to speak her mind and lash her emotions out on him, but instead of listening to him, listen to the explanations she was shouting for, she kept interrupting him and jumping to her own conclusions. And that was not right.

Soon enough, he found himself shouting right back at her. "It's not that I don't want it anymore, Marinette!" he yelled, surprising her and effectively shutting her up. "I just… I'm doing this because I want us to be sure of what we want from this life. Because I don't want you to feel like you've sacrificed something—anything—by marrying me when you still haven't even finished college. You just got that internship from Gabriel and your clients are lining up from the fashion blog you made. I want you to be truly happy. And I'm afraid that, if we rush this—"

"Don't you dare!" she hissed, interrupting him. "Don't you dare make it seem like I'm your top priority, like I'm the reason why you're doing this." She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath in hopes to collect herself, before continuing, "I don't want you to go home and tell everybody I'm the reason why we broke up!"

"Marinette!" he exclaimed, scandalized. "I'm not breaking up with you! I just—" he tried to speak again, but she cut him off once more.

"Oh, no?" she asked, pretending to sound innocent and confused; then her voice hardened as she continued, "Well, I am! You think I'll wait for you to figure out what you want, just because we're engaged and I'm supposed to? You think I'll waste my life waiting for you to man up and make me your wife, just because I love you and because there's never been a shadow of doubt in my heart that I want to spend the rest of my life with you? Newsflash, I won't! It's over, Luka!"


A/N:I know, out of character, but hey everyone does that when they grow up and mature right? Please forgive me but I hope to read more of your reviews! ÷