This was not supposed to happen yet, I was supposed to have so many more years with you. Adrien cupped Marinette's cheeks and stared at her bluebell eyes through the foggy gaze of his tears. This is all wrong...

Marinette's body was limp against his, her face grimaced at his touch. She cautiously jerked away at his touch and scooted back, "Who are you? Why are you touching me?" She had a glimmer of fear in her eyes.

"I - I am Adrien, your fiance..." He moved towards her slowly, trying to not spook her. "I know everything is scary right now, but I promise everything will be okay -" he reached his hand out to her but she smacked him away.

"No, you're lying," her voice quivered as she backed into a corner of the room. Her body shook and she was petrified, "I don't know you at all."

"You do - you just... forgot," he tried to speak quietly as to not spook her. "I swear, look at your hand," he pointed to her ring finger. She inspected the jewel and he saw a sparkle in her eye. She likes it.

She looked up at him with a smile, but a frown quickly appeared, "I - this doesn't prove anything. You - you could've drugged me or something... hit me over the head. A ring doesn't prove that you're my husband."

"Well... I am not your husband yet..." This remark caused Marinette to slap him on the face. I guess I deserved that.

"I don't know you!" Marinette screeched. Her words hurt, they pained him deeply. She was afraid of him. The boy she was in love with for years was gone. He was just a scary stranger to him, a stranger who was holding her captive. She started to try and run past Adrien, but his years of experience as a Chat Noir helped him have lightning-fast reflexes. He grasped at her wrists, but only as tight as necessary. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten her more.

"Marinette, I am who I say I am. I am Adrien, I am Chat Noir. I am your partner, your lover, your fiance, and your soulmate," he pleaded with her, his grasp on her wrists tightened with desperation. She was visibly shaken, but his words stilled her. "I have spent the past 4 years with you, we fought akumas and defeated Hawkmoth, we went on many date nights under the stars, and have kissed in front of the Eiffel Tower more than I can count. I gave you my umbrella on a rainy day, and you fell in love with me. You captured our first akuma and I fell in love with you," he could see her expression change, and for a moment he swore that she remembered. "We played a ridiculous tango for years before we realized what we had in front of us all along. I - I can't lose you," his knees felt weak and he could've sworn that the world was spinning. "I can't lose you," he pleaded once again, yet her expression did not change.

"I am sorry," she gently tried to pry her wrists out of his grasp, "I don't remember you." At least she is calmer now. "I think you have the wrong person," she insisted.

"No, no I don't," he couldn't help but tighten his grasp around her wrists. He had already lost her as a person, he couldn't actually stand if he let her slip out from under him. "You are Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Your favorite color is pink, your favorite artist is Jagged Stone, you bite your tongue when you are sewing, you have a little happy dance that is absolutely adorable, you only put your hair down when you are confident," Adrien locked his eyes with her. He could feel despair fill him as he noticed her eyes dull in color. His pleading wasn't working, "you are Ladybug."

"Who's Ladybug? I am Marinette," her words stung his soul, she was really gone.

He laughed through the tears, "y-yeah, you're Marinette." He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly.

She wriggled out of his grasp again, more annoyed than concerned this time. "Did you not hear me? I am not this Ladybug person, so you've got the wrong girl," Marinette's voice was lackluster. Her vibrancy was gone.

"You are - were - Ladybug, Mari," it hurt to say that. Marinette is no longer Ladybug. "Just, stay... please," he pleaded with her. "Give me time, I promise I can prove it to you," he pulled out his phone.

Marinette pushed the phone away, "some photoshopped photos aren't going to convince me. Seriously, dude, you are just being creepy."

Adrien felt his heart break. She wasn't listening. She was the shell of the person he fell in love with. He stared into her bluebell eyes. She darted her pupils away from his. Through a shaken voice he choked out a proclamation, "I love you."