I'M ALIVE!
XOXO
Marinette gulped air, coughing and sputtering. She raised a frail, chalky hand to her rosebud mouth as she wheezed, her lungs just beginning to take in air again. Adrien jumped back in surprise, not actually expecting his mother's spell to work. He swivelled his head to glance at the door in which she had departed through in wonder, then realizing the problem at hand, he turned back to Marinette.
His lettuce-green eyes filled with crystal-blue tears as Marinette turned to face him. Even with scratches, bruises, and carmine blood smears on her face, even with her prussian-blue hair falling in tangles at her bare, scratched up shoulders, t-shirt sleeves ripped off, she was miraculously beautiful.
Adrien swallowed, suddenly at a loss for words. He managed to squeeze out a mere 2 words, but they had more meaning than anything else that he could have said.
"My lady…"
And he was weeping, tears flowing down his flushed cheeks. Marinette gazed at him, her periwinkle-blue eyes examining his forest-green one's. She reached out a dainty
eggshell-white arm, cupping his damp face in her gentle palm. He let his neck muscles relax as she wiped away his tears.
She enfolded him in a tender hug, letting him go slack in her arms. He laid his weary head on her shoulder, her pastel skin unnaturally, yet soothingly warm. She fondly stroked his tousled sunshine-blonde hair, letting him melt into the embrace.
When the paramedics arrived, they found the famous fashion designer, Gabriel Agreste's corpse lying in one corner of the room, clutching a butterfly brooch in his glacial, dead palm. Two teenagers sat huddled in the corner, sobbing and hugging each other. A large window with a butterfly symbol cast light into the dismal, basement-like, barren and high-ceilinged room. White butterflies flitted around through the arid atmosphere that the cavern had.
It was the saddest thing any of the emergency responders had seen in all their time working for the Paris hospital.
It changed all of them eternally.