Hey every bean! Don't worry I'm back. I shall help occupy your minds for a few minutes while we're hopefully all practicing social distancing and staying in our homes.
I hope you're all here in good health. I love you all and I wish the best for all of you, especially those living in highly populated areas such as New York, California, Washington, and the many heavily affected countries in Asia and Europe.
I'm sure you're all tired of hearing about all of this by now so I'll get on with it.
This chapter definitely isn't my longest but it sets the ball rolling towards the inevitable confession we've all been (some not so patiently) waiting for.
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WARNING: Don't get your hopes up, readers
Without further ado, I bring to you! The next chapter in this story, 'Hope'
Hope: the feeling that what is wanted can be had or that events will turn out for the best:
Marinette's POV
I sneak curious glances at Adrien as I use hydrogen peroxide to scrub the blood stains from the white button up that's wadded up in my hands. As usual the stains fade with a bit of cold water but my mind wanders to what must have caused the incident in the first place.
The air wasn't particularly dry at the time and he doesn't usually get bloody noses.
What could it have been?
I catch him looking at me from time to time but he quickly looks away and avoids eye contact.
Maybe it's all in my head, you know?
The thought that he and I could ever be something more… Do I want something more?
I shake the thought from my mind and take a moment to admire my handiwork before making my way to the laundry room and throwing the shirt in the wash.
Noticing his apparent dazed look, I walk up to Adrien and snap my fingers to catch his attention.
"Wha-?" he mumbles.
"I'm gonna change out of this tight dress, Could you maybe order some chinese?"
Adrien smiles a bit. "Fu's right?"
"I wouldn't have it any other way Minou."
I smile before making my way into my room to change.
By the time I've changed and showered, Adrien's setting out the food on the coffee table and starting up Netflix and I'm settling down in a blanket on the other side of the couch.
I start up one of our favorite animes, Your Lie in April, right where we left off.
We fall into a comfortable silence.
Once we've finished dinner I hand Adrien his fortune cookie.
Mine snaps open with a satisfying crack.
I pull out my fortune and stare in shock at the words.
Of course it's happening inside of your head Harry, but why on earth should that mean it's not real?
What?! How?!
My gaze snaps to Adrien and I stare at him with wide eyes. I watch his Adam's apple bob and a thick blush coat his neck and cheeks as he stares down at his fortune.
His eyes meet mine for a split second before I wad up the fortune and turn my attention back to the show.
Adrien's POV
I crack open mine and a thin slip of paper speeks out.
The ones who love us never truly leave us…
I stare down at the quote in my hands remembering the quote I had gotten that had pushed me towards the decision to let go of my princess.
Nothing has ever been more painful for me than that decision.
Memories flood to mind.
After we finish our dinner we each grab a fortune cookie.
When I open mine I'm quite confused.
"If you love someone, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours, if they don't they never were." I mumble.
Marinette opens hers and responds. "happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light… So I just have to think outside the box then?"
"Sounds like it." I admit distractedly.
"You know, Fu's fortunes never lie. So who's the lucky girl?" she asks.
I drop the fortune as if I had been burned by the paper. "I-It's nothing Mari, I already know she doesn't feel the same way."
"Well, she's missing out then. Any girl would be lucky to have you."
Even you?
I try my best to keep from reading in between every last one of the lines, holding onto any hope there is for us.
I glance back at Marinette and time seems to stop. There's something new about the way she looks at me. I can't place what it is. Hope, curiosity, or maybe something else?
When she turns away I try to shake the thought and focus on the end of the series.
I hear quiet sniffles as the tragic end of the show draws near. I turn to see Marinette in tears. My heart throbs and I pull her into my lap and cradle her in my arms.
"Sh-She'll n-never get to tell him how much sh-she's always loved him…" She mumbles into my shoulder.
The moment resonates with me.
What if something were to happen to the two of us? What if after all of these years I never get the chance to tell her?
I can't let her slip past my finger tips.
A plan begins to form in my mind.
I have to tell her.