When one Ladybug goes, another one must come
"P-Please-… Ladybug-… Don't die!"
"I-… I-I'm s-sorry-…", she pressed out and the young reporter brushed back her bangs to get a better look at her eyes.
"No-… No! An ambulance-… Quickly! Somebody call an ambulance!", but nobody was there. They were all gone, either safely at home or following the fight like Alya normally would've done. She saw Ladybug lifting her hand to her ears, obviously wanting to take off her earrings, her Miraculous.
"N-No-… You c-can't r-reveal your identity t-to me-…", the brunette mumbled, resting her head on Ladybug's forehead, closing her eyes, "Don't do it-…"
"I-… I h-have t-to-… O-Open-… your e-eyes-… Please-…"
The girl did as the hero told her and looked into these blue eyes, these bluebell eyes she had fallen in love with. She gave her hero a quick peck on the forehead before she would know who she was.
Ladybug smiled while her transformation wore off, revealing her true identity. Alya gasped as Marinette suddenly laid in her arms, covered in blood from a wound in her chest. She felt her best friend taking her hand, holding it tightly. There was something different between their hands though. Something sharp pressed into Alya's skin and she slowly pulled away. In her hands laid two red and black spotted earrings, waiting to be put on. Her eyes widened and she began to shake her head. Her best friend was Ladybug, was the superhero Alya had dreamt of for more than a year now and she expected of her to become Ladybug herself?
"N-No-… Mari-… L-Ladybug-… I-I can't!"
"E-Even-… If you're s-scared-…, t-that's-… All t-the-… M-More-… Reason to-… M-Move-… For-ward-…", the bluenette breathed. Tears streamed down her cheeks and landed on Marinette's face, blurring the blood drops that had splashed there.
"B-But-… I can't do it without you! Especially not w-without-… you!"
Marinette just smiled which was interrupted by a violent cough. Even more blood spluttered on Alya's shirt but she didn't care one bit.
"B-Be-… A g-good part-ner to-… Chat-… O-kay?"
"N-No! L-Ladybug, Mari, no! Nononononono! No, please, d-don't-…"
Her best friend lifted her hand once more but this time to lightly brush over Alya's cheek, leaving a tiny brush of blood on her skin.
"I-It's o-okay-… Alya-…", her lips froze and her eyes darted up to the sky. They became still and with a last rattling breath, her whole body followed. Her hand fell to the ground, limp and lifeless.
"No! Marinette! I love you! I love you, I love you! Don't leave me! I love you!", Alya cried, wishing and hoping that her best friend would still hear but without success. She was gone already and Alya had failed to tell her the most important thing. She cried out her love to the girl until her voice broke and until all the blood had dried.
After that, Paris had a new Ladybug. And this different Ladybug never spoke a word, much to the surprise of the media.
The only one who seemed to understand her, was Chat Noir.