A bit of a warning, this chapter is accompanied by some darker themes. Nothing over the top but enough for me to feel I should give a heads up.

This chapter inspired by the song "Dream" by Imagine Dragons.

Lucy opened her eyes and looked around the oddly familiar setting she found herself in. What was she doing here? She was in an office of some kind. She wondered inside, passing other people who she assumed worked there, none of them giving her a second glance. She wasn't sure where she was going but soon entered a separate office room. As she opened the dark wood door she finds two whiteboards on the back wall hanging on Velcro straps, marked with information such as dates on a calendar or notices. Post-It notes line the walls to the right, and to the left nothing. There is a desk at seat level that squeezes inside the reformed closet doors, and on it lie a phone, two monitors, and a cup of pens. Various knickknacks cover the desk, but its appearance is clean. On the floor lies a PC tower that hums quietly on the inside of the desk opening. The cords running this operation run from a single extension cord to the wall. All of this seemed so familiar to Lucy and she couldn't figure out why. As she stepped closer to the desk, she noticed a framed photograph. Picking it up her brows knitted together as she examined the faces of the husband, wife, and child.

"Excuse me? Can I help you?" A voice called out and Lucy felt her breath catch slightly at the sight of him.

"Dad..." She breathed, earning a confused look from him.

"I'm sorry? Miss are you-" He paused, his eyes fixated on the watch hanging from her neck.

"I'm dreaming again," Lucy said to herself, but this dream was so different from the rest. It was no secret that Lucy did not sleep well. In the past, her sleep was filled with darkness and night terrors, but as of the last few months, she had found herself having fewer and fewer nightmares. Now, when she dreamt of anything, it was of things she did not particularly understand. Things that had not happened yet. She had learned to brush off most of her odd dreams, not remembering the bulk of them to begin with, but that never made the sense of deja vu go away when something familiar occurred. What was different about this dream was that it was not of the future, and yet it didn't feel like the past either. A lucid dream mixed with that of a piece of memory perhaps.

"How often do you...dream?" Her father asked meeting her eyes. Lucy shrugged.

"I don't know."

Daniel stepped closer to his daughter, looking her up and down. She was so much older. No longer the eight-year-old he had at home. Lucy stepped closer and wrapped her arms around her father, falling into him slightly.

"I miss you, daddy." Daniel wrapped his arms around Lucy and held her tightly, his chin resting on top of her head. He had so many questions for her and he knew she would have just as many for him.

"Lulu." He spoke, gently pulling away from his teenage daughter. Lucy looked up at him as he brought a hand to the watch, running his thumb over the top. "I'm so sorry."

"For what dad?" Lucy asked, her eyes filled with confusion.

"That I had to burden you with this so early."

"What? Daddy, I don't understand what you mean." Lucy said pulling away from her father, trying to get him to look at her. He released the watch and sighed before meeting her eyes once more with a forced smile.

"I know, but you will. Just...not yet." He placed a gentle kiss on her head, closing his eyes. "Wake up Lucy."

Lucy gasped for air as she sat up in bed. Sweat dampened her hairline and her body felt shaky. Was she sick? She clutched her watch. She had been falling asleep with it on more often. It was when she did that the dreams really seemed to kick in. Slipping off the chain and placing it on the nightstand beside her bed, Lucy got up and made her way over to the window to open it. The cool air greeted her as she let out a yawn. Grabbing her phone off its charger and laying back in her bed Lucy scrolled through her contacts. It was a little after half-past nine. Most of her friends would be asleep or at least starting to go to sleep for school in the morning. She knew sleeping now wouldn't be an option for her. She scrolled down to the P's and hit text. What could it hurt?

You awake Princess?

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Adrien looked away from his homework to his lit-up phone. Snagging it up her looked at the screen and a small smile formed on his lips.

I am actually. Still working on homework for Ms. Mendeleiev. What are you doing up?

A moment passes before a response was given.

Can't sleep.

"I am exhausted. I'm off to bed." Plagg called out with a yawn from Adrien's bed. Adrien didn't look away from his phone but told his kwami goodnight, unaware that Plagg had other plans that evening. While his owner was distracted, Plagg replaced his body with that of a cat-like sock and flew off into the night.

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Talia kicked off her shoes by her front door, exhausted from a long day at work. As she pulled off her work uniform and changed into her PJs, her kwami Roarr fiddled with his tale. He waited for Talia to plop into bed before clearing his throat. She looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

"Something wrong bud?" Roarr shook his head no.

"I must ask something of you, I need to leave for a short while."

Talia sat up slightly, resting her weight on her forearms. "Leave where? Why?"

"Its Nooroos, eh, what humans call a birthday."

"Nooroo, as in Hawkmoths Kwami?" Talia asked. "What, is he gonna sneak off to party with you and all the other Kwamis or something?"

Roaar shook his head. "No, I doubt Hawkmoth would let Nooroo out of his sight, but if we all get together we might be able to contact him and find out where he is." He explained

"Oh," Talia said. "Well, yeah, go for it. Wait, what if there is an Akuma?"

"Another Kwami will be watching out, so if anything happens I'll be right back."

Talia nodded. "Okay then. Hopefully, we won't even have to worry about it. Hurry back."

With one last nod, Roaar zoomed out of sight, leaving Talia to her slumber.

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Marinette was fast asleep dreaming of her future. "Adrien… A house… three kids and a cat. Nah, forget the cat; a hamster." She muttered unaware of the magic sand dusting her. She woke to the sound of her name being called. The voice creepy but somehow familiar.

"Tikki? Are you back already?" She calls out as she sits up, A hand reaches up and grabs the end of her bed making her scream in fright.

"Marinette. Do you wanna know my secret?" Adrien's head pops up from the end of the bed, but he doesn't look himself.

"Adrien?"

"I'm in love with a girl and her name is Chloe!" He says. Marinette screams again and traps Adrien in her blanket and uses him as a step-up to get up on her balcony. She closes the hatch behind her and pants.

"What kind of a nightmare is this?" She looks down over the railing and sees several people running; a T-rex and a ginormous spider can also be seen chasing people. Looking up she sees a figure floating on a pillow above the city,

"The Sandboy just checked in! Now nightmares can begin!" He sang.

"He must be bringing nightmares to life." She said to herself. Nightmare Adrien pops his head through the hatch.

"One day, Chloé and I will have a house together and we'll have a hamster named Marinette." Marinette quickly closes the hatch, freaked out by the creepy Adrien, and calls for Tikki to spots on but is forced to realize that Tikki is still with the other Kwamis at Mast Fu's home.

"Marinette. The prettiest and smartest one of all is Chloe!" Nightmare Adrien called as Marinette slipped around him and downstairs, sneaking past her father and out the front door to make her way to Master Fu's house.

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"I'll admit, that is kind of a weird dream, but, it wasn't a bad one...so why do you think it's keeping you up?" Adrien asked through the phone. On the other end, Lucy sighs.

"I don't know. It wasn't the dream itself so much as what he said you know?"

"It was just a dream, Lucy. I'm sure it's nothing to worry about." Adrien tried to comfort. Lucy ran her fingers through her hair.

"Yeah, I know. It just felt so-" Suddenly the phone cut off.

"Lucy?" Adrien looked at the screen to see nothing but black, his fingers getting no response. "Was my battery low?" Suddenly bars fell down every window and door of his room. "What's going on!?" Adrien runs over to his bed, yelling for Plagg to wake up, but when he pulled the covers, all that remained was a sock. "Plagg! No! Who turned you into a sock?!"

(Guys honestly when he said that I almost peed my pants.)

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The line cut dead and Lucy looked at her phone in confusion. She literally just took her phone off the charger. What gives? She got out of bed and made her way to the kitchen, flipping on the small light that hung over the sink. Grabbing a glass from the cabinet, Lucy filled it with water and took a drink. The hairs on the back of her back suddenly stood up and a shiver went down her spine. She looked off into the darkness of the living room. No movement, no sound. Lucy's feet took her to her mother's room, slowly opening the door she called out for her.

"Mom?" The light switch flicked on to reveal an empty bed. Her mother clearly had not made it home yet. Lucy sighed, closing the door.

"There was once an invisible man who had grown tired of being unseen. It was not that he was actually invisible. It was that people had become used to not seeing him." Lucy froze. That voice. The one that echoed in her head so often. "And if no one sees you, are you really there at all?"

He stood at the kitchen sink. His tall figure the same as she remembered it. His brown hair, though short was combed over to the side, pieces falling into his face. His wire-rimmed glasses catching the light of the kitchen where he stood with his hands in his bulky tan jacket. His green eyes seemed to pierce her body as he stood looking at her with the smallest smile on his lips. It was as if he was happy to see her. Greeting an old friend.

"It's another dream," Lucy told herself. He wasn't real. He moved closer to her and Lucy could do nothing but watch, frozen by his very presence.

"But what is a dream, Lucy Shepard?" The man said, bending down so his face was close to Lucy's. "Who is to say that it is not everything else that is the dream?"

She closed her tightly and clenched her fists. "Go away." She said, her voice shaky and soft. Go away, go away, go away.

His hand crept up her arm to her neck, taking her jawline and clasping it. His lips came to her ear as he whispered.

"Don't you know by now? Anywhere I go...I take you with me."

Lucy screamed and pushed the man away. He stumbled back and Lucy raced out of her home to the street. Looking around, Lucy could now see a number of other people running in the streets from all sorts of things. All sorts of nightmares. Her eyes fell back to the doorway of her apartment entrance were her own Nightmare stood and Lucy did the only thing that she could. Run.

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Monica awoke with a crick in her neck. She had fallen asleep at her desk again. She looked to the watch on her wrist and groaned. It was almost ten o'clock. She really had to work on getting out of her office at a normal hour. Monic stood and picked up her bag, sliding her laptop as well as a few folders of paperwork inside before putting the bag over her shoulder and going to turn out the light. She closed her office door behind her and made her way down the quiet halls of the school, her heels clicking against the tile. She reached the elevator and hit the call button with one hand, rubbing her neck with the other.

"Unfortunately sometimes one can't do what one thinks is right without making someone else unhappy."

Monica froze momentarily before slowly turning her next to the man standing beside her. His neatly cut blonde hair matched her own, his light blue eyes reminded her of the sky on a clear day. He stood several inches taller than her, his black coat reaching down to his knees, covering what she suspected was a white button-up tucked into his black slacks.

"Be reasonable." She said the same as she had once before.

"How can I be reasonable? To me our love was everything and you were my whole life. It is not very pleasant to realize that to you it was only a chapter." He said frowning at her. She could feel the tear fill her eyes.

"That's not fair."

"I'll tell you what's not fair." He said, turning his body towards hers. His tone harsh and his expression cold. "You left me. You left me here to die Monica. How could you be so cruel?" Her eyes left his as they wandered down his neck to his chest where red began to soak through the white of his shirt that was visible to her. She reached up with a shaky hand and brought it to move his coat, her fingertip getting coated with blood as they brushed against his shirt to examine the bullet wounds that had formed there.

"You killed me Moni. The bullet only finished the job."

"No...no no no no!" Monica shouted backing away from her husband and into the open elevator. She quickly hit the door close button. Daniel made no move to try and stop her, but Monica could feel it in her bones that this was not the last she had seen of him tonight.

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Talia awoke with a start as a hand crept over her mouth. Her eyes widened as the person above her brought her fingers to her lips. Talia couldn't understand what she was looking at. This woman...this person...this...thing.. it was her. She was being held hostage by herself. This version of her, was...different. Her eyes somewhat sunken, her curly hair messier than usual, her skin even paler and sickly than she had ever seen it.

"What are you?" Talia whispered, slowly scooting back on her bed away from the intruder.

"What's the matter?" She asked. "Afraid I'll hurt you?"

Talia eyed her before scoffing slightly. "Can't imagine why I would want to hurt myself." She said. The other version of her gave a tilted smile.

"Funny. I can." Her cold hands went up Talia's knee, pulling the sheets off her body, exposing her bare legs. Talia flinched as the nightmare version of herself gripped her thighs, her thumbs pressing into the scars that resided there.

"I'm not that person anymore." Talia sneered, shoving her duplicates hand away.

"Why hide it? People should know about us. Girls who write their pain on their bodies."

"Shut up," Talia said getting up from the bed. "Roaar!?"

Her duplicate pouted. "Looks like you're alone. As always. You don't deserve to have that miraculous. You're no hero."

"I said shut up."

"Ladybug and Chat Noir don't need you. Hell, nobody needs you. That boy you love so much, where is he?"

"Fuck off!" Talia shouted running her fingers through her hair.

"You're mother would be so disappointed. Her daughter becoming the thing you always knew you were. Nothing."

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Adrien couldn't take it. The walls were literally closing in on him. He had been haunted his whole life by a mild
case of claustrophobia—the vestige of a childhood incident he had never quite overcome. With every movement, the claustrophobia threatened to consume him, and several times he had to stop as the fear rang bells in his brain, making his entire body convulse. When Plagg arrived, Adrien felt he could breathe again.

"Plagg! I'm so relieved you're not a sock, but you better have a good excuse."

"Good to see you've managed to survive your nightmare," Plagg said before Adrien called claws out, transforming him into Chat Noir.

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Lucy tried her best to avoid the chaos. It seemed everyone was facing nightmares of their own. She tried to let this information comfort her but every time she looked back, there he was. Arnold Robertson. The man who almost killed her. She supposed her nightmare could have been anything. It could have been something like Timebreaker. The version of herself that almost killed her friends. She guessed that part of her healed. That may be, due to the circumstances her brain realized it wasn't her fault. That version of her was not real. But this man. Arnold. He was very real. So much so, that even though, Lucy knew he was dead, she still felt the same fear she did all those years ago when they went crashing through that window. She just had to get away from him. This was clearly an Akuma problem. Ladybug and the others would fix it. She just had to avoid him for a little while. That...thing might not be the real Arnold, but the threat to her definitely was.

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Monica Clutched her bag as she power walked to her car. Unfortunately sometimes one can't do what one thinks is right without making someone else unhappy. Daniel had said that to her while they were waiting for the elevator after leaving their final divorce meeting with their mediator. Damn you, Daniel. Damn you and all your secrets. Pulling out her keys, Monica went to open the door of her car.

"I had no illusions about you," Daniel's voice rang out. "I knew you were silly and frivolous and empty-headed. But I loved you. I know that you're selfish, and I know that you haven't the nerve of a rabbit, I know you're sentimental and stubborn, I know that you're utterly insane. And the tragic part is" Monica's face was on a sudden distraught with pain. "the tragic part is that notwithstanding I loved you with all my heart."

Monica squeezed her eyes shut, blinking away her tears. Whoever said that loss gets easier with time was a liar. Here's what really happens: The spaces between the times you miss them grow longer. Then, when you do remember to miss them again, it's still with a stabbing pain to the heart. And you have guilt. Guilt because it's been too long since you missed them last.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, feeling his hands grasp her arms, his breath warm against the back of her neck. "I'm so sorry."

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Chat caught Ladybug before she hit the ground after being hit by Sandboy's evil sand. As it turns out, losing her powers and the ability to protect the people of Paris was Ladybug's nightmare. As the two landed on the ground, Sandboy sprinkled his sand on them once more. Chat told Ladybug to stand back, preparing to fight whatever came their way.

"You still have your powers." Ladybug said, figuring the loss of his powers would be just as big of a concern to Chat as it was her.

"Losing mine isn't what I am afraid of."

"Then...what?" As Ladybug asked, the sound of Chat's name being called out caught their attention. Above them on a roof stood a Ladybug Duplicate, this one's voice deeper and crueler than the real Ladybug ever sounded, even when angry.

"Bad kitty!" She shouted, twirling her yo-yo. "I've been looking for a reason to get rid of you! I can give anyone a miraculous! You are replaceable!"

Ladybug looked at Chat wide-eyed. "You have weird dreams too." She told him, thinking back on the wild experience she had with nightmare Adrien.

Nightmare Ladybug called upon her lucky charm, and unlike the real Ladybug, what she got was no puzzle, and instead got exactly what she wanted. A very large, very scary-looking sword. Chat grabbed Ladybug, dodging the attack of her duplicate. Chat did not fear many things in his hero form, however, one thing he did fear, quite significantly, was that Ladybug would one day realize how much she did not need him. Especially these recent weeks, with her pulling new miraculous holders out of her sleeves, it was a constant reminder that he simply wasn't enough sometimes. The more rational part of Chat realized that Ladybug would never actually toss him aside, but there was always a sliver of doubt inside him. As it would seem, there is nothing more dreadful than the habit of doubt. Doubt separates people. It is a poison that disintegrates friendships and breaks up pleasant relations. It is a thorn that irritates and hurts; it is a sword that kills, and in this case, that sword was nothing short of real.

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"There are harder things than being invisible."

Lucy began to hyperventilate as she grabbed the metal railing of the bridge she had ended upon. One of the many that lead over the canal. It didn't seem to matter how many corners she turned or how fast she walked. Arnold was always just a few steps behind her. The bridges that lead over the canal were never that high, but at that moment it felt like the ground had shifted and suddenly she was looking into the water from ten stories in the air.

"Do you remember the fall?" He asked, a small chuckle coming after. "Of course you do." Arnold came and leaned against the railing, his hands clasped as his weight rested on his forearms, looking out at the horizon. "You had nothing to fear. Not really. It was over in an instant." What is an "instant" death anyway? Lucy wondered. How long is an instant? Is it one second? Ten? The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst and her lungs collapsed and there was no air and no blood to her brain and only raw panic. What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. She doubts that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous. The sudden feeling of his hand behind her head, gripping her hair and pushing her far enough over the railing that her feet lifted from the ground.

"This fall probably wouldn't offer that same justice." He spoke, his tone calm as ever as Lucy whimpered, her hands gripping the railing so hard her knuckles turned white. "In fact, it probably wouldn't kill you at all. That is unless you can't swim. Considering how hard your heart is pounding and the inconsistency in your breathing, I think it's safe to say the state of panic you are in would probably override the simple task of keeping your head above water."

Arnold took a deep breath, smiling as he looked down at the struggling blonde in his grasp.

"What'll it be Lucy? Sink or swim?"

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Monica jumped at the sudden release of her body as Daniel fell to the ground. She turned and gasped as his lively figure turned to one of a man bleeding out on the parking garage floor. Kneeling down Monica instinctively pressed her hands down over his wounds. As blood leaked onto her hands, Monica let out a cry. She had not been there when Daniel died, and yet his death still haunted her. The visual of him cold, bleeding...and alone. Maybe if she had been there, maybe if she had toughed it out just a little while longer things would be different. As Daniel laid there, choking on his own blood, Monica released the pressure from his wounds. It was no use. Her bottom lip quivered as her hands traveled up his chest, past his neck, to his face. She wasn't sure what was happening, but her felt so real. Her eyes closed as she leaned her head down and pressed her lips on his forehead, and just like that, he was gone.

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"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" Talia shouted, her hands covering her ears, her body crouched into a corner of her room as the nightmare version of herself stood above her.

"Worthless, pathetic-"

"You must not listen to her Talia! She isn't real!" Roaar exclaimed floating in front of the real Talia. The nightmare Talia took hold of Roaar, tossing him aside, his small body crashing into the wall and knocking him unconscious before he could think to use his ability to phase through objects.

"Look at that." She said, crouching in front of her better half. "You really are just a scared little girl aren't you? You keep trying to convince the people of Paris you're a hero but..." She tisked. "How can you do that when you can't even convince yourself?" Talia glared up at her evil duplicate and gritted her teeth.

"Common?" She goated. "You and I both know the truth. You should have died that night. But you couldn't even do that right." The nightmare Talia stood walking over to the real Talia's dresser, picking up a small bottle of prescription pills. "Maybe we can get it right this time?"

It is not seen as insane when a fighter, under an attack that will inevitably lead to his death, chooses to take his own life first. In fact, this act has been encouraged for centuries and is accepted even now as an honorable reason to do the deed. How is it any different when you are under attack by your own mind? In the end, it wasn't death that surprised her but the stubbornness of life.

"No." She muttered, getting up from the corner, getting a raised eyebrow from her duplicate.

"No?" She repeated.

"No!" Talia charged at her duplicate shoving her into her standing body-length mirror. She crashed into it, the mirror shattering in the process. The duplicate looked up at Talia and sent her a single smirk, but before she could get off the ground, she turned to dust leaving only the view of her own broken reflection before Ladybug's magic a moment later. The house was quiet. Why wouldn't it be?
She was alone.

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Lucy sunk down to the ground, her back against the railing of the bridge, her body shook as she tried to control her breathing. Arnold was gone. His body blowing away into dust. His physical hold on her was gone, but Lucy couldn't help but feel as if she was still in his grasp. She let out a cry as she held her head in her hands, continuing to take slow deep breaths alone on the bridge.

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Adrien detrasformed and leaned against the brick wall of the building he had landed by. He felt exhausted, but the adrenaline in his system kept him going. He would need Plagg to get back into his room but he needed to feed him first. Adrien pulled out a piece of cheese and handed it to his Kwami, deciding to walk until he was ready. As he walked down the boardwalk a figure caught his eye. He squinted at the figure as he got closer before his eyes widened at the sudden realization. His pace picked up until he was sprinting to the bridge.

"Lucy!" He shouted, but she didn't acknowledge his call. She sat on the floor, hugging her knees to her chest, goosebumps covered the exposed skin on her arms, still in her PJs. Adrien crouched down beside her and reached out to place a hand on her shoulder only to have the girl recoil from his touch as if it burned her. Her head shot up and his concerned eyes met her panicked ones. "Hey, hey! It's just me." He told her, attempting to reach out once again. She flinched at his touch but soon relaxed.

"I'm sorry..." She whispered. "I just...he just..." She trailed off.

"You're nightmare..." Adrien said. "What...um, who...?"

"Arnold Robertson." A sense of realization hit Adrien. He recognized the name. It was the name of the man who almost killed Lucy. She didn't tell that story to Adrien though. She told it to Chat. "He um...he's," her voice shakey. "He's a criminal my dad put away. He committed suicide...tried to take me out with him. That's where I got these scars from...and my fear of heights..." Adrien pulled Lucy into a hug, resting his chin on the top of her head.

"I'm sorry Lucy. It's okay now. He's gone. He can't hurt you anymore." Lucy shook her head and pulled away from Adrien, giving him a sad smile.

"No, he's not, not really." She explained. "Arnold might not be here," She emphasized with her hands. "But he's still here." She pointed to her head. "I thought I was moving on from it but tonight just put me back at square one." Adrien frowned, but got up from the ground, pulling Lucy up with him. He didn't know how to help her, or even if he really could.

"What was your nightmare?" Lucy asked. "If you don't mind me asking." Adrien took Lucy's hand, intertwining it with his own as he started to lead her home.

"I'm claustrophobic." He told her. "I was in my room when suddenly these bars started closing in on me." He took a deep breath and cleared his throat. "Since my mom disappeared, my father has been more than overprotective. He means well but it's..."

"Suffocating." Lucy finished.

"Yeah." He answered quietly.

"I'm sorry."

"It's alright. I got out alive, it-"

"No," She interrupted. "It's not alright." She stopped walking, their clasped hands making Adrien stop as well. "I can't escape my nightmares, even when I'm awake, and it breaks my heart to know you can't either." She pulled his hand and brought him into her, letting go only to wrap her arms around him. He hugged her back tightly, breathing her in as he did so. She shivered and Adrien pulled away, leaving one arm around Lucy's shoulder.

"Come on, let's get you home."

Life has a way of going in circles. Ideally, it would be a straight path forward––we'd always know where we were going, we'd always be able to move on and leave everything else behind. There would be nothing but the present and the future. Instead, we always find ourselves where we started. When we try to move ahead, we end up taking a step back. We carry everything with us, the weight exhausting us until we want to collapse and give up.
We forget things we try to remember. We remember things we'd rather forget. The most frightening thing about memory is that it leaves no choice. It has mastered an incomprehensible art of forgetting. It erases, it smudges, it fills in blank spaces with details that don't exist. But however, we remember it––or choose to remember it––the past is the foundation that holds our lives in place. Without its support, we'd have nothing for guidance. We spend so much time focused on what lies ahead when what has fallen behind is just as important. What defines us isn't where we're going, but where we've been. Although there are places and people we will never see again, and although we move on and let them go, they remain a part of who we are.
There are things that will never change, things we will carry along with us always. But as we venture into the murky future, we must find our strength by learning to leave things behind.

Well, as it turned out I had nothing to do today so HA! I got the chapter out. Which is great because really, I never know when I will be able to work on the next one. I hope you enjoyed this chapter as well as the song that I felt went along with it. I can't wait to read all our comments to see how your feeling about everything and as always I will see you in the next chapter!