The residents of Paris slowly filed back into their destroyed city. They had seen everything, many news channels had abandoned cameras at the scene, and they were still rolling.
To say that they were shocked would be an understatement. Not only had their beloved heroes' identities finally been revealed, they had also died right before their eyes.
Alya was one of the first people on the scene. She pocketed her phone and sprinted right to Marinette. Alya fell to her knees, took one look at her broken body, and broke down.
Through her tears Alya could see that the people of Paris had gathered around Marinette and Adrien's bodies. She could see Marinette's parents sobbing in the front and Adriens's receptionist standing stoically next to him. Most of the people in the crowd were crying, and some were just standing there with blank expressions on their faces.
A firm hand rested on her shoulder. She jerked her head up and saw Nino standing behind her. He looked into her eyes and Alya saw her pain and sadness reflected in Nino's eyes.
She couldn't take it anymore. Alya quickly stood, wrapped her arms around Nino and cried into his shoulder. He just stood there and let her cry, nothing could be said that would ease the pain.
Three Days Later
The place where Marinette and Adrien were put to rest was beautiful. It was on a high hill in the outskirts of Paris. They were buried under the loving arms of a strong willow tree. The hill was overlooking Paris so the young heroes could forever look over the city they had sworn to protect.
The sun was setting. The mixture of reds, oranges, pinks, and golds was stunning, almost as if the sky was honoring the couple.
Anyone who happened to be walking by the graves at the time would've seen a peculiar sight. Two figures dressed in white robes were floating above the graves; a girl with blue hair and bluebell eyes and a boy with blonde hair and emerald eyes. They were holding hands and watching the sunset for the final time.