I got this idea from reading Littlemixup's "Love to Break Free". It is full of beautiful imagery and description, while exploring the thought of loneliness. I decided to try my hand at a story with minimal dialogue, instead focusing on descriptive language. I hope y'all like it.Day 1

As Adrien gazed at the sparkling coast, the fading sun swept along the beach, sending glistening sparkles in all directions, as the evening light cascaded acrossed the course sand.

While he was in America finishing a fashion shoot, Marinette had convinced him to join her on a vacation in Italy, but in the process of getting back to France in order to meet up with her, his private jet had crashed, and he had been separated by the pilot.

After drifting on a piece of wreckage for nearly six hours he beheld the wonderous sight. Land.

Day 12

Adrien wished that he had brought his Miraculous with him. He could use Chat Noir's super strength, and besides, he missed Plagg's company.

Day 21

The column of fire pits signaled his distress. Each of the three blazing infernos billowed black smoke, the acrid soot smelled of burned plastic litter intermixing with the wood Adrien had arduously gathered.

It signaled distress. To whom, Adrien was unsure, but it signaled he needed help.

Day 114

Today Adrien woke up with a headache. It was raining, pouring actually. The precipitation tapped against the palm frond shingling of his cobbled hut. The dingy weather-beaten hovel insulated his heat ever so slightly, while simultaneously shielding the man from the elements.

If he had still hoped to be rescued, this rain would surely have put out his indicitive fire.

Day 207

Adrien struck the palm tree with fervor as he wielded his homemade ax. The ax was composed of a painstakingly sharpened stone, fastened to a wedged stick, and held together with green cordage. He would need to gather a lot of timber to construct a sea worthy vessel. Adrien needed to find a way back.

Day 365

Adrien smiled, and boarded his vessel.

"Ready to set sail Plagg?" He asked the sole passenger to his 15 meter long catamaran.

The chicken bawked in affirmation, or at least what Adrien hoped was affirmation. The hen had been found in the grassy meadow of the island, and what Adrien had originally intended as a protein filled victual, had become his traveling companion.

With another chirp from the bird, Adrien released the sails, the twin hulls of roughly crafted palm wood, cleaving the water ahead of them.

"I will find you M'Lady," he whispered under his breath, setting sail.

Day 367

Two days had passed, and his boat had weathered a couple small storms. Today, that would change. The first torrent of water struck against the side of his vessel, nearly capsizing it.

The second wave was not so merciful. It tore across the wooden deck, ripping the ship asunder. Adrien clung to a piece of driftwood, battered by the maelstrom.

Adrien held tighter to wooden board, squeezing his eyes shut. The salty ocean water splashing the entirety of his face hid his tears. He wouldn't ever make it home.

Day 368

Adrien awoke, gazing upon the splintered wreckage. In ths tan debris, he recognized shapes, individual pieces of timber he had spent days carving and fitting, as well as the sail, or what was left of it, shredded against a cliff face.

Then his heart stopped.

"Plagg!" he screamed, running towards the lifeless body strewn out amidst the refuse.

That night Adrien had a silent funeral for his only remaining friend. He allowed his thoughts to wash over himself, contemplating how Marinette and Nino and Alya were. Even how Chloe was. And especially Ladybug.

Turning around, Adrien saw three ashen craters on the beach, their black chasms speaking thousands of words to him. He was back on the same island.

Day 582

"Marinette how are you?" Adrien asked the coconut. It wore a smile, carved into the husk by a primitive knife.

"Oh, well? I am too, thank you for asking!"

Adrien knew in his heart he was talking to a fruit, but he had to dispell the loneliness. After all, he was never leaving the island.

Day ????

Adrien watched the plane descend, and smiled at Ladybug. She ran to him and grabbed his lean chest, wrapping her arms around him.

"I always love this dream," he thought to himself.

"I never stopped looking for you Adrien. It took five years, but I found you!"

"I missed you too Marinette," he grinned weakly, knowing she would always stare in surprise at this part of the dream.

"H-h-how did you know?" She sputtered.

"I spent ... well I guess you said it. Five years by myself, alone in my thoughts. I realized the the two girls who made me smile were two halves of one whole. I loved both parts of her".

He was rewarded with a sweet kiss of soft lips upon his scraggly bearded face.The taste of red raspberry clung to Marinette's lips.

Adrien stopped.

The dreams never had taste. Never.

He looked at her.

"Marinette? Is this real?"

"Yes Kitty".

This time he looked surprised.

"What, you think I wouldn't notice that my best friend and partner disappeared on the same day?"

Adrien smiled.

"I love you Purrincess".

"I love you too Chaton".