I kind of surprised myself with this chapter... Enjoy and please comment.

The first thing I noticed about Marinette was how her usually healthily lightly tanned skin was a porcelain pail, fragile and unblemished. Her figure was graceful and looked breakable. Her curves were gentle and only hinted at by her flowing sun dressed, that I have never seen in any magazine or store.

She looked like a fricking fairy princess.

She glided towards me, her face sporting a serene smile. She swept me up into a hug and kissed both my cheeks.

"Hello Alya."

I giggle but it feels forced, like a block was blocking my throat. I would have cried if it weren't for Marinette, she wasn't the same.

Her touch was gentle and measured, her smile practiced and sweet.

She wasn't the all-loving clumsy queen who would spin my world, the one that would love carelessly with all of her heart.

"I'm sorry, girl. Did you go to Italy or..?"

Marinette gives a light musical laugh. I had no idea a laugh could sound musical, but it did. She linked her arms through mine gently leading me to the limo containing our friends.

The car opened from the inside, and Marinette entered with a swift gentle step. Making me feel like a slow oaf. Nobody seemed to notice Marinette's growth/maturity/ change? no one seemed to care. Ever since she went to London, she lost contact, only recently sending out a letter, only recently caring enough to communicate with us. I search Nino's face for any confusion, but he was conveniently talking to the Limo driver, practically shoving his playlist at him.

I searched for another face, another face that would see the strangeness of this all. Adrien. He was frozen, looking at Marinette like he saw a monster. No, he looked at her in mourning and horror. She didn't notice, god bless her, she was still oblivious.

She was delicately talking and laughing, exchanging innocent jibes with Kim. Something wasn't right, sure it has been 2 years, but no one can turn a whole 180, and even if they could.

Why would they?

If you were as amazing as Marinette was, you should have never wanted to change.

Adrien

A really big part of me wanted to yell, really loudly. Just scream gibberish to see how new perfect Marinette would act.

I knew what happened, it is the same thing that happened to my mother. It happens to you after you spend too much time with my father.

You turned silent, polite, sweet, and overly gracious. He did it to my mom. He did it to me. And now he did it to Marinette.

Sweet Marinette, who adored Jagged Stone, and was kinder than any Disney Princess.

Marinette who mastered a video game, and dated half of the male population of her class and was still not remotely considered a player or fickle. Simply a hopeless romantic.

Was she even the same, at all?

There was no way I would ever find out, we might have dated the longest (counting Adrien not Chat), she still opened up more with Chat. I could visit my Princess tonight, and then I'd patrol, though it wasn't really necessary we've had hardly any akumas maybe one every 3 months. I just trapped them, having my own zoo of hidden akumas. I was planning on destroying them next year if Ladybug didn't show up by then.

I pulled my gaze up and met cool blue eyes, her warmth wasn't gone, just controlled. I hated it. I glared, she cocked an eyebrow and pulled her gaze away glancing at her phone. She silences it and turns to Juleka, a sweet smile on her face.

I internally vomit.

I feel a hard elbow at my stomach, and I look up meeting Alya's worried gaze.

She jerks her head and moved her nose and eyebrows which I interpreted as;

"Did you see that?"

I nod, subtly, then shake my head looking out the window;

"Yes, talk later."

comment. Inspire me, my muse broke this thing sup with me, so now im uninspired :(

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