Read the authors note at the end of the chapter. I wil explain the whole reason about my absence there.

"I swear the publishing department can't do anything to save their lives," Janette was pacing, her shrieking filling the room. "I asked for them to spread the news on the change of our inspiration." Janette continued, stopping in front of Marinette.

"And…" Marinette asked.

"Nothing! Nothing Mary!." Janette nearly screamed this. "One post in the corner of our website is not spreading the news."

"Okay, the publishing department sucks. But why did you call me down?" Marinette asked, getting more confused as this conversation continued.

"I need you to give some interviews to magazine, papers, anything," Janette seemed to have calmed down a bit after settling into the main point of this conversation. But Marinette was getting the opposite effect.

"I-Interviews?" She responded shakily, playing with her fingers and wishing to sink into the chair she was in. Janette was not having any of this behavior. Her frown deepened.

"Mary, I'm not asking, I'm ordering," Marinette could almost see her digging her heels into the ground. There was no way out of this. "You may be our best designer Mary, but if you want to stay one for this company then you must do this. We have many other people who could take your desk."

Marinette swallowed at this statement. Losing her job was not something she would be able to handle on top of all the weird twisted drama that was going to happen with Adrien and Ladybug.

"Of course," she managed to whisper, "I'll get right on it."

Marinette walked out of that Janette's office with a ball of anxiety and fear coiling and growing. The whole reason she had become a designer was because she could sharehere designs and affect the fashion world and not have to leave the comfort of her desk. But maybe she was mistaken. Maybe being a designer was so much more than that. And that's what Marinette was scared of. That something that was such a huge part of her and who she had become might not be right for her. Rather, she might not be right for it.

She rushed back to her desk, grabbing her scarf and jacket, and stepped out the glass double doors into the cold air.

Her hand reached into her purse and took out her phone.

"Hey, it's me."

"_"

"Yeah."

"_"

"I know I have no right to ask you for a favor. But can I?"

"_"

"Could you get me a meeting with some papers or magazines that post frequently?"

"_"

"Thank you. And sorry."

"_"

P.O.V Adrien:

I bent my head upward and watched as Ladybug leaped across the city. She looked much different than from when I last saw her when we were 15.

She had ditched pigtails. Was it pathetic that that was the first thing I noticed? Cause I felt pathetic in that moment. Watching the person I wasted 6 years thinking about with pigtails. And here she was, her hair wild and free from any constraints. The gentle waves framing her face and her mask. Her cheekbones had become more defined. Her face more heart shaped. Her lips plumper. And pinker. And probably softer. And- NOT THE POINT ADRIEN!.

I scolded myself and continued down the street. She didn't kill Marinette though. My mind began to wander, thoughts I normally kept down yanking themselves free. So, how could it be wrong to show some interest again?

Because you're "with" Marinette!

No, I just caught up with her for lunch. It's nothing.

Oh and making out in the rain is just something else friends do, right?

We were both cuaght up in the moment.

Oh yeah. And how would you know what she thinks?

It's worse to lead her on if I'm thinking about someone else. She would want me to be happy!

NOT WITH THE PERSON WHO RUINED HER LIFE! NOT WITH HER!

I stuffed by earbuds in and blasted music. I didn't care what was playing I just had to stop thinking. I just had to stop.

I pulled up by black hood and stuffed my hands into my pockets. I was so fucking tired of having to think. Of having to be in charge. Of having to sort out all of the problems. And that's when I felt the shift. The buildings became taller. The shadows darker. Familiar faces showed up on strangers. An[d just like what happened to Paris, New York City became haunted. But I couldn't run again. Cause this time I had no excuse too. So I continued to walk down the street in the newly haunted city, where I was trapped. Where I was once again begging for relief. Begging for someone to break me out. Where once again I had more bridges pop up right after I had bruned my old ones. The real question was if I would burn these. If actually is not really the questions. But could. Could I. Would I be able too. Could I take by black claws to this city and destroy it.

I caught myself thinking again and tunred up the volume.

Haha ha...ha….. It's been like what... 7… 8 months? Sorry. I love my story and what I've built so far but I started butchering the characters and my plot in the last few chapters I posted. If you reread them you can see that. You can see how absolutely terrible I was doing. I was not able to connect with characters or see them as real people. I always saw adrien as perfect boy and totally forgot that he's chat. And when I was writing Adriens P.O.V you can pin point exactly when I started understanding the character of adrien/chat. "I stuffed by earbuds in and blasted music. I didn't care what was playing I just had to stop thinking. I just had to stop." is the exact point when I truly created how I wanted Adrien to be in my story. Updates will not be every 7 months. Or 5 months. Not even month. It will be frequent. Quanitity will go down but quality will go up far more. And to the person who commented about how it's not been a 5 month absence but a 6 month absence, you're actually the reason I started thinking about this story again. Oh and who do you think Marinette was talking to on the phone. I know. Cause for the first time in this story I actually know what the next chapter will have in it. Unlike me and the other chapters where I was fucking winging it. Thanks and sorry.