Prologue
She had never seen someone glow so much before. His rays of radiant golden sunshine filled the dark obsidian chasm that she was.
Chapter 1
Black lipstick. Black choker. Black thigh high boots. Black fishnet. Black sweater with glowing white stars. She immersed herself in black. A beautiful color. The most mysterious, hiding something that you can't see. The darkest, an inky shade that carried a somber mood with it. Like a moonless night, like an opal.
Marinette loved black.
So, she was goth.
The only things that were not black about this girl were her pastel pink skirt, neon pink nails, aquamarine eyes, and pastel pink and lavender hair. The way she looked was important to her. Dressing this way made her feel whole.
Her skin was pale already, and in contrast with her coal- colored clothing, it looked paper white.
Snatching up her purse as she dashed out of the door to go to school, she bid good-bye to her parents. The tantalizing smell of bakery goodies wafted up from her cinnamon-colored paper bag that was chock full of black and white cookies.
The heels of her onyx black boots rapped the pavement in a steady rhythm as she walked along the sidewalk, ignoring the glances that people threw at her. As she arrived at school, she waved at her punk friends, Alya and Nino, before walking over to her best friend and fellow goth, Luka Couffaine.
He greeted her as he usually did, with a small yet sweet smile and a melancholic strum of his guitar. She gently ruffled his turquoise and black hair as she stood beside him, leaning against the rough, aged brick wall.
A new boy walked through the doors of the school. He practically burns her eyes out the first time she looks at him. He's wearing stereotypical high-end designer clothes, which you almost never see at Francoise Dupont, and his shaggy golden hair practically shines.
With all of his bright clothing, he practically glows.
She had never seen someone glow so much before. His rays of radiant golden sunshine filled the dark obsidian chasm that she was.
Marinette was instantly drawn to him. It was inexplicable but from the start she knew that it would be as beautiful as the night sky in Paris.
And she was in love.
