Marinette collapsed on her bed in a tizzy. Thinking about Adrien. She spent the day with her little ray of sunshine. She smothered her face in her pillow. She was goth. She loved black. She loved darkness.

But she loved him too.

She didn't want to make him change. He could change if she wanted to. Even Chloe had gotten into it, so she wouldn't be surprised if he fell into the rabbit hole.

Marinette felt the heat rise to her cheeks as she thought of adrien in a leather jacket with some pastel skull accessories. She couldn't say no to a man like that.

She took the ticket that he gave her, kissed it for good luck, and put it in a drawer.

Tomorrow would hold more good things. And more Adrien.