Chat Noir inhaled a deep breath. The sharp cold air filled into his lungs. He gazed at the beautiful, young, matured woman he knew long ago. Ladybug, the heroine of Paris. The heroine of his heart. Her long hair in the same style of pigtails of many years ago, played with the cold breeze. Her icy blue eyes met his forest green ones. Her pink lips tugged into a small, warm smile. A smile so welcoming that it could make the cold winter into spring. Her mask, still veiled her identity, that he so badly wanted to know. That he just needed to know, and just be with her forever. Without a second thought, the black cat rushed to her, taking her into his arms tightly as he could.

Ladybug completely taken off guard by this action, but she couldn't help herself but fold her arms around his waist. The leather hit her cheek, Chat Noir's body was now shielding her from the chilly wind. The scent of Chat Noir waved into her nose with their embrace of cinnamon. Ladybug began to tremble and felt her lip slowly quivering. Her vision becoming blurry once again and she looked up at Chat Noir with gritted teeth. The face of shame and hurt expressed through both of their faces.

"I'm sorry," Ladybug sobbed out. "I know that will never be enough, but i should have told you i was going to be gone."

"I never gave up," Chat Noir replied without hesitation. "I never stopped waiting for you, princess. I will wait to the end of time, just for you." He stepped away from Ladybug, giving her a deep bow. Lightly taking her hand, and lightly kissed her knuckles.

The young masked heroine watched the cats movement's. Her loyal companion, never once doubted her. Never once was upset with her or resented her. He still fought for her.

The masked cat towered over her, lifting a hand to caress the spotted heroins cheek. He gently wiped her tears away with the side of his claw like gloves.

"A princess does not cry." Chat Noir spoke softly. The Ladybugs heart had begun to pound. Her cheeks quickly heating up, knees and hands suddenly becoming shaky. She felt her pores suddenly sweating as the breeze tried to cool her. These feelings, she knew all too well what these were. Her throat was choking up, and all she said - more like yelled, "I have to go!" Then she pulled out her trustee yoyo and latched the nearest building. Then, she launched off into the night.

Chat Noir rushed after her, yelling for her. He chased the spotted heroine with his might. His legs digged into the ground to be more agile. He stretched them out as far as he could and as fast as he could. Once she made sharp turns, he cut across buildings. He continued to shout her stage name, though she wasn't listening. He never stopped calling for her until once he got her cornered he had lost sight. Ladybug was always a fast one.

What could he have done to make her run away? What did he do that was wrong? He placed a hand to his face where he covered his eyes as if to cover his tears from people from watching. The salty tears stained his cheek then hit the pavement as if it were rain itself. After a long, agonizing six years to see the love of his life again, she runs away. Will it be another six years to see her again? Silence was surrounded on the rooftops of buildings. Soon the silence was to be broken by the masked cat by his small sobs. He lolled his head up and shouted out his frustrations. He too, was beginning to think he couldn't do this anymore.

"Why did you run away?" Tikki flew in front of her as soon as Ladybug reverted back to herself, Marinette Cheng.

"Because!" Marinette threw her hands in the air out of resentment.

"Because what?" Tikki pressed on.

"Just... because!" Marinette was too afraid to admit that she had fallen for the Chat Noir. She never wanted to fall in love again, not after the incident. Though, at first she already did love Chat, but that wasn't the case. She didn't wanted to be with anyone. She thought she didn't deserve to be with someone. Especially since she thought her hands were filthy. Who would want hands like mine? She thought. They were hands that can't even catch! A klutz, and always be a klutz. How could Chat Noir love her the fact that people died on her hands. She hated herself. She was angry with herself that she knew if she saw herself she would punch them.

"Marinette, it's not your fault-"

"YES, Tikki. It was! There were other ways, there should have been but I -" During Marinette's sentence, her eyes scanned around the room for her kwami. Her eyes then laid fixed on the earrings she had taken out. Her spotted friend had vanished once more.

Marinette's mind flashed to the memories of nights of each victim she had failed. How each victim suffered and passed. How she cried and sobbed and tried to save with her might but she only failed.

The ex-heroine fell to her knees with palms placed over her head, as if protecting herself to block something. She apologized out loud over and over with tears beginning to spill. Some streaked down to her mouth where she tasted the salty tears. Marinette made her way to her bed with soft sobs, soon crying herself to sleep.

Adrien Agreste, the boy who supposedly died, slunk inside his tall, red bricked, old building through his apartment's window. He had de-transformed after his meeting and then chasing Ladybug. How frustrating this was! He missed her already. Just having her in his arms, they were already aching for her.

In his apartment was surprisingly clean, for an average adult male, they could never take care of themselves. On the other hand, Adrien Agreste made sure that he would not be that way. Going over to his old friend's house, Nino, there was clutter everywhere. From then on he vowed to never do that. The apartment was not too cramped, he didn't have much in his studio. It still seemed as if he's still trying to move in. All he had was a queen sized bed, a laundry hamper, a nearby kitchen with a few dirty dishes that haven't been washed in a few days. A small frame of a selfie picture of him as Chat Noir and his lady. Next to that was a photo of himself and his mother. There was a small night stand that the picture frames was settled on, next to it was an empty bowl with a dried spoon inside. Adrien hurriedly closed his studio window, hearing near by sirens going off. He settled his friend Plagg, his kwami, onto his bed on top of a pillow. Adrien made his way to the fridge, grabbing his friends favorite cheese slowly setting it on a plate beside him.

"Sorry for wearing you out so much, Plagg." Adrien spoke softly to him.

The small cat kwami perked up, smelling the camembert cheese and slowly made his way to it.

"S'kay," he replied, lazily taking bites of his favorite snack.

Adrien then plopped down next to his friend, closing his eyes to heave a deep sigh. All he could see was Ladybug. She had come back to him, but he let her get away. He was so furious with himself. How could he let her get away with that? That was his new goal, to find this girl and her identity. Even though she wouldn't like it, but hey it's been six years. If she's not coming back to fight, he has a right to know who she is then he could protect her and do all the work for her. If that's what it takes, he would.

He remembered the spotted hero's smiling face. Her laughter reminded him of the glowing akuma's that she had healed. Pure, light. She was the light of his loneliness.

He heard heater turn on through the vents. He slowly began to feel the warmth again in his toes and fingers. The scent of the air freshener dispensed of cinnamon filled the room. He could feel his stomach begin to gurgle. Adrien groaned, he totally did not want to get up now to get something to eat. He was definitely not going to eat Plaggs cheese either. For now, Adrien decided was just gonna starve for a bit. His muscles were and they ached. His body was now catching up from when he chased ladybug, and all the nights he had helped with the police.

"My lady," Adrien stared up at his apartment ceiling. His arm outstretched toward the ceiling, "I miss you already." He slowly sat up, feeling the slight soreness of his stomach. His blonde hair, slightly disheveled. He grabbed his black pull-over hoodie and headed out, leaving his kwami behind to rest. Adrien himself, began to feel on giving up. He had the power of destruction, without his partner of creation, then what was the point? He would only just makes things. He probably already made things worse. Hell, he already made Ladybug run away from him.

Adrien walked inside the cemetery, to his fake grave. Every week he would go to it a collect the things his friends had given him. The only person that knew he was alive was Nino. The only person he could trust for now. Even then, he hasn't spoken with Nino in forever. At his grave he saw some candles that were lit for him, he blew them out. There some flowers and some photos of his friends that he took with when he was in school. Oh, how he missed school. He loved to learn. He wished he could have stayed a bit longer.

Soon them, Adrien ears perked up. The sound of the creaky metal gate opened, footsteps on crunchy leaves, he jumped behind his grave and hid behind it. Who was it? He thought. Who could possibly be visiting him in the middle of the night? He so desperately wanted to look but the smallest sound he'd make would give him away. He sat still, his back against the cold tombstone. He heard plastic settling down onto the ground, he assumed a bouquet was wrapped. He could hear whoever picking up things and setting them to side. He could hear sounds of sweeping up the tombstone. Then heard a fire flicker. The scent of lavender soon came into the air. Incense, Adrien concurred. Who could be visiting him? The sounds of glass hitting against the concrete came, then pouring of water. Last thing he heard was a small sniffle.

"I've always loved you, Adrien," the shaky voice spoke, "I always will."

His heart stopped. A confession? Adrien clutched at his chest as he was holding his heart. Someone loved him? All the this time? Soon as he heard the creaky gate again, he scrambled up to his feet. He scanned the area everywhere but they had disappeared. Now he felt extremely guilty for faking his own death.

There laid on his tombstone was the light if incense of lavender, a willow tree branch, tea. It bugged him of who visited him, but he couldn't afford to blow his cover. He picked up the tea that was freshly made. He took the sip of it from the floral watercolor cup. It tasted of cinnamon.

"I'm sorry," he apologized to the tea as if he were talking to the person who came. He then thought, maybe one day he could meet them and thank them. Tell them not to worry no more.

"Thank you," Adrien spoke, looking up at the stars. Giving him a bit more will to go further. A cup of tea, who would have thought that was exactly what he needed. A cup of tea to keep him moving forward to save the world, and to find his spotted lover.