Thoughts and prayers to those effected by the Sri Lanka bombings. I'm so sorry for you.
Another short one, but important progress occurs.
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Adrien could only stand in horror as the tears fall from Marinette's sweet bluebell eyes once more watching the dark butterfly as it flew towards her. He struggled to reach her, but all his movements were like swimming through sand and panic made him mute. He could only stare as landed on her earrings and a purple butterfly mask glowed across her face.
"NO!"
Adrien sat up panting, grasping at his chest to try and calm him heart rate down.
Plagg groaned and rolled over on the pillow next to him. "Unless there is a cheese eating akuma in this room right now, don't you dare wake me up."
Adrien ignored him and went to go sit at his couch, the light of the moon still shining in through the windows. He tried to watch TV but nothing could keep his attention. He briefly debated summoning Plagg to take a late-night stroll as Chat Noir, but the Kwami had already made it clear that he would rather not be disturbed. So he did what he used to do before he got a magic ring. He went rock climbing.
The physical exertion did more to help clear his head than just sitting and he could feel his adrenalin ebbing as his body kept moving. This wasn't the first time this had happened. In fact, he'd been having similar nightmares for almost a week now since the time he'd first thought she'd been akumatized. Why did he care so much?
At this point most of his friends had been akumatized and while he was always concerned for his friends, he'd never had nightmares over it. The thought of Marinette being akumatized made him terrified. He didn't know if he could bring himself to fight her. Could he attack Marinette? The very idea filled him with revulsion and his concentration slipped, leaving him dangling from the wall by one hand.
He let go and free fell to the padded mat below. As he lay there a voice that sounded like Plagg echoed in his mind What makes her different?
It was the question he'd been dodging this whole time. The one he finally had an answer to.
"I'm in love with Marinette," he whispered.
"About time," Plagg's voice grumbled from the bed. "Now get over here and go back to sleep. I'm not the one with a dawn photoshoot."
Well, there ya go! And with that we have the beginning of the end of the angst. . . probably. These two dorks still need to get together. Hope you're all enjoying everything so far. Thanks so much for reading! Happy Easter for those who celebrate it.