Adrien tossed and turned, finally throwing back the covers. He couldn't sleep, for he was still thinking about Monarch and the cataclysm this morning. Adrien smiled as he looked at Plagg, asleep in his warm sock. Adrien touched him lightly. "Glad one of us is getting some sleep," he whispered. Clicking on his desk light, Adrien took down his journal and sat down to write his thoughts.
Dear Journal,
I don't really know where to begin, but I…..cataclysm someone today. I don't know why Monarch grabbed my arm like that, but I feel horrible about it. The scene keeps going round and round in my head like a washing machine, never stopping. Yes, he's our enemy, but still a person behind a mask. The worst thing when I talked to my father tonight about modeling, his arm starting shaking like it was in pain. And it was the same arm. How do I tell Ladybug about this without revealing who I am?
I should have comforted her after the Kwamis disappeared. She seemed like her old self when Monarch first showed up: confident, beautiful and touch of sass. She looked so defeated and her voice was shaking as she told me the consequences of the cataclysm. I hope she's sleeping, healing. Maybe I should give her a call.
Dear Journal, she's…..looking at me differently lately. Is there some slim chance her feelings have changed for me? More then ever, I need to be her friend, assure her when she gets upset or scared. I love her, Journal.
Adrien sat tapping his pencil for a moment, then continued to write.
I've been thinking about Marinette more often too. I'd love to find out how she spends her days, maybe she could teach me a bit of sewing. Does she have many friends besides Alya? I must go slowly and gently, for she still seems nervous around, so different then when I'm around her as Cat Noir. But I want to know her as Adrien, Journal. Not just Cat.
I'm needing a friend right now, for Mother is somewhere I don't know, and Natalie is not feeling well, and Father…..well, you know the story there. I don't want to be alone all the time, the ache is getting more painful everyday. At least I don't have to model anymore. But now I have to much free time, and still not allowed out the house. I'll get through this, somehow.
Adrien felt his eyes growing heavy with sleep.
I'll close you up for the night, Journal, but I'll write soon. Wish me luck, as I am still a black cat, and need all the luck I can get.
Adrien Agreste
-Cat Noir
