His bright green irises haunted her dreams. His charming and sneaky smile, she saw everywhere. And he himself… She tripped as she swung from rooftop to rooftop, brushing off as being clumsy. He took her excuses. When he came to visit his 'Princess", she stumbled over her words like she'd done when she'd loved Adrien. Alya would playfully beg for the name of the mysterious man who'd stolen her heart, but Marinette avoided the question, laughing, and jesting. She loved him so much it hurt.

Because he loved someone else now. He wouldn't, or couldn't tell her who. Of course, they wouldn't know anything about their secret identities. But he spoke of her in such a way, his whole face would light up. And she was happy for them. She was happy for him.

Because Chat Noir was her whole world. He was the stars and the moon. He was the sun. He was the earth which she lived on. He was her dawn, and dusk. He was everything.

And she'd love him until the day Hawkmoth won, and maybe even longer.

Hi, you guys. Another super short one, cause why not. I'm just really feeling sad stories right now, so no hate here. Please Review, follow or like. See you all later,Bella Sentil.