Soooooo…
How are you guys?
Oh.. You're not mad I went on a hiatus are you?
Please forgive me for that.
I know its been since like forever ago but I got major writers block and a bunch of crazy stuff happened…
I actually got tendonitis in my left wrist. so I'm more or less trying to type with one hand.
This chapter was originally going to be a lot longer but I think posting today will really inspire me and boost my confidence.
I always feel better after hearing from you guys. If you ever realize I'm on a hiatus like that, it really helps when I hear from you guys. A review or PM is always appreciated.
I believe we have some long overdue review responses to get to!
Ok, So I just read through them again and all of you pretty much said the same thing.
Every last one of you who messaged me in hopes to console me, are the kinds of people that give me hope and strengthen faith in humanity and the good things in life.
I would like all of you to know I am doing well.
My mystery man is very good to me and we've found ways to become better friends despite his lack of interest in dating people in general.
Also for people wondering about The Lady Who Texted a Chat, Maybe in the future I'll rewrite it (Don't quote me on that) but for now I will not be continuing with that multi-chapter fanfiction.
Shall we get on with it?
WIthout further ado, I bring to you, (I feel like I need to trademark this phrase to keep little spiders from stealing it)
(Yes, I know I sound like a mad woman, not these are not the title.)
Longing (This is the title)
(Longing) strong, persistent desire or craving, especially for something unattainable or distant.
Marinette's POV
What was I thinking?!
I can't just walk up to my heartbroken best friend and kiss him!
I clearly took advantage of him in his time of need and I don't even know why!
I was just so furious with this emotionally abusive brat that had been tearing him apart and I couldn't understand why.
I tried to talk to him to make him feel better and as I spoke, he had this look in his eye, like he'd seen me for the first time.
But what I said made a lot of sense and no sense at all.
Is that even possible?
All I could think was how much of a lucky girl she is, having the heart of the kindest and most thoughtful and sensitive guy I've ever met.
Before I even realized what I was doing I was reaching up to kiss him.
I got completely lost in my confusion. I didn't know what to do and I couldn't figure out if this was bad or if I never wanted it to stop.
I was pulled back to reality when his hand squeezed mine.
He was kissing back but I quickly remembered he was in love with another girl.
I pulled away as if I had been burned. He looked so confused and hurt and I realized just how much I was taking advantage or him.
Tears welled up in my eyes.
"I'm sorry… I-I… You're my best friend and I-" I stutters and my hand jerks away from his. I can't even finish apologising for taking advantage of him. "I need to finish packing…" I blurt.
I'm so confused and horrified with myself that I turn away and leave before letting him say anything.
I sit, trapped in my thoughts as we drive to the airport.
I keep hoping he'll say something. Hoping that he'll beg me to stay, but he doesn't.
We make our way through the busy airport and before I know it we're standing in front of security. He can't follow me beyond this point. Once I make my way through security I won't come back for two years.
The thought terrifies me.
My nervous gaze settles on Adrien who had already been looking at me.
"Hey," I mumble.
"Hey," His eyes shimmer with uncharted emotions I can't identify. "You ready?" he asks.
No.
I don't want to leave.
There's so many things I need to talk to you about. How can I do this on my own? I need you.
Don't let me leave!
"Ready as I'll ever be." I do my best to smile. "This is a great opportunity for me…"
Adrien's eyes shifts nervously. "Yeah, this is great…"
An awkward silence falls between us.
"I promise I'll call and text as often as I can." I tell him.
Adrien focuses on me once again and gives me a soft smile. "I will too. Make sure you give me a call when you land, ok?"
"Ok"
"I love you, bugaboo."
For a moment I try to memorize every feature of his face, knowing this is the last time I'll see him in person for 2 years.
"I love you too," I tell him but I wonder about the statement.
Love is a funny word.
Adrien's POV
My world has gone crazy, I'm sure of it.
Here I am watching her walk away, wanting nothing more than to tell her to stay.
On my way home I scold myself for telling her to go in the first place.
I stay up late into the night waiting for her plane to land, waiting for her call but eventually my eyes become heavy and I drift to sleep.
I wake to the sound of Plagg yowling. I shift uncomfortably in the armchair I had fallen asleep on. My eye peer open to see Plagg sitting in front of Marinette's room.
I walk over and scoop him up into my arms but he wiggles free and scampers back to the door.
I open up the door just a bit and Plagg walks in and goes straight to her bed and lays down on her pillow.
Memories flood back into my mind at the sight of her room and it becomes too much.
I walk back to the living room, pick up my phone, and check the time.
I'm shocked when the clock reads 10am.
I frantically check my messages and find that Marinette had called me while I was asleep.
I'm about to call her back when I remember that my 10am is her 4am.
I settle for just listening to her voice message.
When I press play hey voice fills the room.
"Hey Adrien, I just landed about 15 minutes ago. It's like 10:30 at night here but I suppose that means it's 4:30 in the morning in paris. You'll never guess who joined me in first class on her way to New York and will also be staying in the same apartment as me. I'll tell you all about it when we talk next… G'night then, wait, no, good morning?
"I-I miss you." She pauses for a moment. "I'll uh, I'll talk to you later."
I set down my phone on the coffee table and run my hands through my messy hair.
I take a deep breath.
This is gonna be a long couple of years...