Marinette's eyes were dull and lifeless. Her face looked plagued with the weight of her existence. "I forgot everything," she looked up at him with teary eyes.
Adrien swallowed the lump in his throat. He wanted to cry, he wanted to scream, but he knew that would only make it worse. He wasn't sure of what he wanted to do, or what he could do. Marinette was shaken and scared, every noise jolting her. "I want to help you," he said quietly, slowly getting up.
"Please," Marinette said shakily, "stay over there." She crawled deeper into her mother's arms. Tom's eyes pierced Adrien's soul. He had never seen the man so mad.
Adrien sat back down, his heart aching. He could swear that the ground under him was crumbling. He felt water well in his eyes. "But, I am Adrien..." he softy urged her, his voice trembling. Marinette's expression remained terrified, and he felt as a tear cascaded down his cheek.
She sniffled and sat up, leaning onto Tom. "I - I know but... I don't know you... she does," Marinette said, motioning to the diary. "I want to know you but... I don't." She stared at him, her bluebell eyes shining with tears. Her face was red from her crying, framing her face.
He wanted to see her blush for him again. Her red face usually came from pure bliss, but now it was from tears. She was afraid of him. The sight of him caused her pain. All of their dates were thrown out the window. All their firsts, and their seconds, all their forevers, gone in an instant. One sentence ruined everything. He wanted to kiss her, he wanted to hold her, but the miracle box ripped her away from him. The Marinette he knew was gone forever. Adrien stood up slowly, "I am not going to go towards you, I promise. I am - going home." Without you...