Marinette's POV

The final bell rings, signaling the end of the day. I slowly lift my bag up from the floor. I don't look at Nath as I pass his desk.

The halls are crowded as I push through towards my locker. Alya is still at hers, throwing the last few books in her bag.

"Did you hear about Ivan and Mylene? Apparently he finally asked her out!" She tells me as I open my locker.

"Really?"

"See for yourself." She points down the hall. Ivan and Mylene stand talking to Rose and Juleka, holding hands. I smile.

"Hey you busy tonight? My mom is making those good macaroons you like." I ask as I pack up. Alya shakes her head apologetically. "Sorry, Nino and I were going to that milkshake place. You wanna come?"

I laugh. "And be stuck third wheeling all night? Nah, I'll pass."

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow then?" She shuts her locker.

"Yeah, see you."

I finish packing up and head to the library to return the books Adrien and I checked out for the science project, humming lose it under my breath. I haven't spoken to Adrien since the talent show ended and Nath and I broke up. I would be lying if I said that I didn't miss him. But I guess some friendships aren't meant to last.

I see him walking out of the library and pause. His head is bent and his hands stuffed in his pockets. A part of me wants to walk over and say something, but my feet won't move. I wait a few more seconds until he's gone to go inside.

Chloe sits with Sabrina on the other side of the room. I gulp in a breath as I walk towards the returns bin. I hear giggles as I walk, but I try to keep my head high. At least until I trip over the trash can.

Chloe and Sabrina laugh loudly. I sigh, standing up. In the corner of my eye, I see a glass jar sticking out of the can. It's full of small slips of paper. While Chloe and Sabrina laugh, I quietly slide it into my bag and stand up. No doubt my fall will be all over the internet by tomorrow. I don't really care.

I stop at the park on my way home and quickly text my mom I'll be a couple minutes late. I sit down on a bench and take the jar out of my bag. It's full of paper letters, folded into fourths. There has to be at least twenty of them in there.

After a moment of hesitation, I unscrew the top slowly and pluck a random letter.

It's addressed to me.

They all are.

I read them quickly, as they are short, only about a hundred words each. I lost count of them. One became two which became four. There were just so many. They were all about me, from Adrien. Adrien loved me.

I stand up, quickly stuffing the letters back into the jar and I run towards Adrien's house.

I knock on the door and wait patiently. I look around, the trees are beginning to lose their green colour, turning into a palette of reds and oranges. His father's assistant, Nathalie, opens the door.

"Hi Marinette," she says, opening the door a little more to let me in. "Come in."

"Thanks Ms. Sancoeur." I smile.

"Adrien is in his room. I can tell him you're here."

I shake my head. "It's fine."

I walk up the stairs, my heart pounding with each step until I reach Adrien's room.

He's sitting on his bed with a book, and doesn't notice me at first. When he does, he nearly jumps and let's out a high pitched squeak. "Jesus, Marinette." He says, setting his book down. "You scared me."

"Sorry," I respond.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, awkwardly throwing some clutter to the side so I can sit down on his desk chair. I slowly sit down and take the jar out of my bag. His mouth opens and his eyes widen.

"Oh my god, you aren't supposed to see those." He says, standing up and taking the jar from me.

"Adrien." I calmly say, placing my hand on his arm. He stills, his eyes seeming to drill a hole in my arm.

"It's okay." I whisper.

"No, it's not. You probably think I'm some creepy stalker. And, god, this was back when you and Nath were dating and I-"

"I read the last one." I interrupt. He sighs.

"I threw that away for a reason," Adrien nods at the jar.

"Who says that I don't feel the same way." I say slowly, softly. Adrien stares at me. His green eyes are bright and he leans closer the tiniest bit. Instead of kissing me, he wraps his arms around me.

We don't say anything else, but it's nice. Lovely even. Two lonely people who aren't lonely anymore.

{a/n: omg im squealing i love these two so much and I loved writing this chapter. Don't worry, there's still one more and possibly and epilogue. Thank you all for so much positive feedback and love this story has gotten. My internship starts next Monday so hopefully I can get myself together and write an epilogue before then. ily, em}