This is part one of the worst story you will ever read. It has touchy subjects so yeah... read at your own choice, because this might be the worst thing ever, but I just wanted this out of the way.

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She gave him a final kiss on the lips, before she turned around, walked away, away into the rain. One bag with her, as she left, her black raincoat mixing in with the darkness looming over Paris.

She walked out of sight, to never be seen again.

That is, until, finally, three years later, when Adrien gets a phone call from one of his best friends, Alya.

"She's back." She informed, but instead of a cheer filled tone, her voice was gloomy, he could just tell how hurt Alya was.

He took a deep breath. "Took her long enough." He replied. "How'd you find her?" He asked, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, as he stood up from his desk, that was filled with physics tests that needed grading.

Alys sighed at the other side of the line. "I saw her sitting at that café close to work," The redhead hesitated before adding: "She didn't look that well."

"Oh..." The blonde said, quietly. "Let me know when you see her again, Alya." He acquired.

"I will."

With that they ended the call as Adrien let himself plop onto the cough, memories of those nights returning.

"I'll be home soon." She had promised as she smiled, packing her bag, "It's just a 4 day trip, Kitty." She added.

Adrien let a sigh slip. "But who's going to cuddle up with me those 4 days?" He said, his arms wrapping around her waist, his head on her shoulder, as he softly kissed her cheek.

"Your pillow?" She laughed softly.

"Full of good idea's, I see, Princess." He said, placing butterfly kisses from her jaw down her neck, to her shoulder.

She shuddered a bit at the feeling. "You know it, Chaton." She said, as she added: "It also woukd be a good idea if you's let go of me so I can continue packing my bag."

She could see Adrien pouting in the reflecting of the window panes, but he released her nonetheless. "You're no fun." He teased.

"Oh, I know."

Adrien didn't dare believe she was back, what if she wasn't, what if Alya was wrong? Yes, Alya had a reporters eye for details like this, but, she was also amazing at being wrong when desperate.

Alya had felt hurt when her best friend of 11 years had suddenly disappeared, dropped her whole life, a succesful life, out of nowhere, without a warning.

"I'll just walk there." She had said, putting on a jacket and a black raincoat. "It's only a 5 minute walk to the train station, Adrien, no need to worry." She reassured.

Adrien heaved a sigh at her stubbornness, he loved it, but it could sometimes be too much. "Okay." He gave in.

She smiled at him lovingly and pressed a kiss to his lips. "I'll be home soon before you notice I'm gone."

"I doubt it, I love you too much to not notice your absence." He replied.

They shared another kiss and she turned around, walking into the rain. Adrien had relived that moment thousands of times, wondering how it had happened. Why it had happened.

Tired, Adrien fell asleep on the cough tonight, wondering if he would see her, if she had been in that café.

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Adrien had woken up to his phone ringing, he groggily grabbed his phone and answered it, placing it to his ear.

"She's here again!" He heard from the other side of the line and he couldn't recall who she was talking about.

Sleepily he asked: "Who's where?"

Alya chattered something about their call from yesterday, how she had seen her at the café. "You have to come, now!" Alya urged.

Adrien was up and going within seconds, Alya texted him about her whereabouts as he sped to the café.

She was still there when he finally made it, 15 minutes later. He first walked to Alya, who sat at a booth in the back corner if the café.

"Hey, Adrien." She whispered as he sat down opposite to her. "She's over there." She said and pointed towards the woman sitting at the bar of the place.

He followed her finger and saw her, she was calling with someone and seemed to laugh at something the person said on the other end of the line. "Who's she calling...?" He asked his friend quietly.

Alya shrugged helplessly. "I have no idea."

The blonde took a deep breath before standing up. "Are you going to talk to her?" Alya asked.

Adrien nodded. "Yeah, I am."

He walked up to were the woman said, he could just hear her say something before hanging up.

"Yeah, Nino, I'll see you soon." She said, and Adrien froze in his tracks. He must've heard it wrong. There was no way Nino, his best friend and Alya's husband, had still been in contact with her.

She put her phone in her purse and turned to leave, but was met face-to-face with him. "Adrien..." she breathed.

Even though she looked like she hadn't eaten or slept in weeks, she still looked as astonishing as ever. "Marinette." He said back.

"I- uhm..." she mumbled, gulping. "I- I have to go!" She quickly said, ready to dart past him, but he grabbed her wrist, a little forcefully if he may add.

"No, Marinette, you've left me alone for years, I want to know why!" He cried, as he saw her shrinking under his gaze. "You're my wife for Pete's sake! Please, Marinette, please!" He begged.

She shook her head. "Adrien, you're hurting my wrist..." she said quietly, barely above a whisper.

He loosened his grip slightly, but he never let go. "Please tell me why you left, princess." He tried again.

"Adrien, what I did was wrong, you should find someone that won't just leave you like I did." She said, and he could see her eyes were glazed over with tears, and he felt his own eyes water too.

"I'm sure you had your reasons, and besides," he pulled her a little closer, her face was just infront of his, and he didn't know if he imagined it, but she looked like she wanted to come closer. "You're the only person that I want."