I wrote this chapter and it's intro before I actually finished the fifth chapter.

I have been in love with a boy who isn't emotionally capable of loving me as anything more than a friend. He's a truly amazing and caring and wonderful guy but his brain doesn't process love the way we do. To be entirely honest, he's not even aware of how I feel. I hide it just like Adrien does.

This chapter was my way of forcing the pain out into the open and giving myself the chance to talk about it.

This chapter was not in the original plan, I wasn't going to write this at all.

My heart goes out to the people like me that can deeply relate to what you're about to read. Please send me your comments, your stories of heartbreak.

To be honest I'll be shocked if you don't cry while reading this. Love can be beautiful but to show love means you show vulnerability. I'm not saying you should close your hearts and never love again. Just please be careful of who you trust with your heart.

I love all of you.

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(Shatter) to be broken into fragments or become weak or insubstantial.

Marinette's POV

Somethings wrong with Adrien, I just know it.

When we get home with Plagg I realize something is off about him. He keeps to himself in his room with the kitten, and constantly avoids eye contact and conversation in general.

I have to do something about it.

I stop him on his short walk through the apartment.

"Adrien, please tell me what's wrong." I beg.

Adrien's POV

My heart chips away a little more.

How do I explain this to her? I can't just drop the 'I love you' bomb on her right before she leaves!

"Please don't shut me out, Adrien. I know something's wrong and maybe if you talk to me I can help," she pleads.

I-I just can't right now. There's no good way of telling her that I've been in love with her for years and the fact that she may never feel the same way is slowly killing me over time.

"You're lucky, you know that right?" I mumble.

"What are you talking about?"

"You decided a long time ago that you weren't going to even bother with love until after you were done with University and you had a stable job. I wish I could have the ability to just not care about her anymore, you know?" Tears begin to well up in my eyes. "Being in love sucks, trust me. You don't have to worry about her never loving you back, you don't have to suffer through dream after dream of a life with her you may never have, never having to get your hopes crushed because of a connection that isn't there and probably won't ever be... It hurts more than you can ever imagine." I begin to sob and all she can do is watch me fall apart not even knowing it was because of her. "I have this constant fear that she'll leave me behind without another thought and I'll be left with nothing."

Marinette stares at me in shock but her hand remains around my wrist. I can't escape.

I squeeze my eyes shut. I can't watch her put the pieces together.

I eventually feel her fingers intertwine with mine and my heart aches because her hand molds perfectly with mine, like it was meant to be. But it wasn't ever meant to be.

I shiver when the fingers of her free hand wipe away my tears. When she finishes she rests her hand on my cheek.

"She might not see how amazing you are, but I do. She might leave you but I won't." My eyes blink open and I can't help but stare in confusion. "I might be leaving for New York tomorrow night but you mean so much to me, ok? I might not be here, but I'm not going anywhere. I will always be here for you, I don't care how many late nights on the phone, or 2am meltdowns, skype calls, texts, care packages, I don't care what lengths I have to go through to be here for you, ok? I'm not giving up what we have. Just because you had one bad experience with love doesn't mean you should give up on love. Love can be amazing and there is someone out there for you, you just need to trust that that girl will realize just how much she loves you too."

"Ok" I whisper.

When I realize how close we are its almost suffocating, as if she steals the breath from my lungs. I can't tell if she's moving closer or if I am.

Does it even matter who's moving and who isn't?

When our lips meet I know it's wrong. This wasn't supposed to happen, none of thsi was supposed to happen.

Except for the fact that it happens anyways.

I don't pull away and for some reason neither does she.

It feels so right but it's wrong. She's not in love with me, right? I'm deeply in love with her. Is it wrong that this feels so right? If kissing her is wrong then maybe I don't ever want to be right again.

And yet the wrong act that feels so right ends. Marinette pulls away with a look of horror and I realize I was right that she doesn't love me.

"I'm sorry… I-I… You're my best friend and I-" she stutters and her hand jerks away from mine. My heart shatters and the pain threatens to tear me apart. "I need to finish packing…" she admits.

"I-I should get to bed." I mumble and we quickly head our separate ways.