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It had been a more than two weeks since Adrien had exited the altar running for his life. Two weeks he had been hiding in a small apartment. Two weeks since he had decided to take his fututre in his own hands... well with the help of his best friend at least.

He woke up in the early morning as he heard Alya prepare to go to work. She had tried to make as little noise as possible, but Adrien had had a light sleep. He stayed on the couch, while Alya left and Nino still slept. He had come late home; he got a gig in a popular party house on the other side of town.

From where he was, Adrien had a perfect view on his phone, still turned off. Without thinking he stood up and marched to his phone. Picking it up, he made his way back to the couch. Multitasking he turned it on and lied down again. He turned off the airplane mode and suddenly… hell went loose. His phone chimed at least a hundred times, signalling he had more than hundred missed calls, a full voicemail box and over thousands of messages and emails. His shoulders slumped and he cringed at the mess he started. He scrolled down in the list of the missed calls.

Of course Chloé had reacted and she had called him, leaving nearly each time a voicemail. Of course the problem with voicemails is that you had to listen to them in order for your phone to stop telling you: "you have ´X´ voicemails".

Grabbing Nino´s headphones that were on the table next to him, he started listening to them. Chloé´s voicemails showcased her personality perfectly, her mood changed from one to the other: one she was sobbing, the next one angry, the next one apologizing for him, the next one calling him horrible nicknames that made him want to throw up, he still didn´t know which one it would be on the end; etc. In one voicemail, she was angry and sobbing, telling him she was pregnant. Both of them knew it was impossible, since he wanted to wait for after the wedding… He didn´t want to spend more time with her than necessary and had hid behind his innocent features as he asked her to wait for after the wedding. It made him sick to his stomach that she was using him like that. It showed perfectly she didn´t even care for him, like he would like his wife to.

Even Sabrina, the ex-maid of honor, had called him multiple times... which was weird since he never gave her his number.

He tensed up as he saw his father had tried to call him… twice. His father never called him, Natalie did. Even if he called, he always picked up or called back, but he never had called twice… he was in huge trouble. Well, at least he hadn´t left any voicemail, but since Chloé had filled it, he wouldn´t be surprised if he couldn´t had. Of course Nathalie had alled multiple times. From what he could see, not as many times as Chloé did. She had even called form her personla phone, showing she maybe cared for him a bit more than anyone else. Of course she must have called as well, because his father ordered her to do so. But over the years she had been much more open to him, and not as cold as during his teenage years.

He sighed and rubbed his already tired eyes. It was still early and he knew that since Nino came home late from his gig and that Alya came back late as well that they would be sleeping in for a long time. He wanted to go out of the apartment, but he knew it was risky. The paparazzi were still searching Paris for him in order to be the first to catch a glimpse of him. But he aslo knew he couldn´t stay in the stuffy apartment one more minute, alone, with his buzzing mind. He needed something to distract him form thinking about Chloé, his father, the marriage, the press. He needed a ´thinking time-out´.

Fumbling through his bag, he decided to wear black skinny jeans, black T-Shirt as well as a black sweater. He scribbled down a note for Nino in case e woke up , before he came back so he wouldn´t worry.

Pulling on the hoody, and taking his phone in case Nino wanted to know where he was he made his way to the outside.

There was a lingering chilliness from the night, but he knew it wouldn´t be long before the sun would heat up the city again like it always did in July and in August. He walked down the streets hoping he could clear his heads. He didn´t know if he could blame himself for breaking the wedding up this way, but on the other hand he wasn´t feeling guilty at all. He just wanted to be free and make decisions on his own. He didn´t want somebody to rule his life like his father had been for years now. His mood dropped as he thought of his deceased mother. He knew she would have understood him, and with her by his side she woudln´t have forced him to marry someone he didn´t truly loved. He wished she was still here, she would know the perfect words to soothe him and he knew she would have sticked to his side. A sad chuckle excaped him as he imagined the first meeting between Chloé/ fiancée and his mother. She wouldn´t have liked it, liked her.

He breathed the warm summer breeze. He was delighted to see that nobody was paying him attention to busy with their own lives. He looked up to see he was nearing Nino´s old school, he had showed him one day. As he looked further away, he recognized the bakery. His thoughts cleared and his modd brightened. Smiling to himself, he crossed the road as the light was green and held the door open for an elderly woman who was just leaving.

"Thank you young man!" said the old lady, to which he simply smiled and nodded, wishing her a pleasant day.

He was greeted by a warm, cheery voice.

Hi everyone!

I hope you won´t kill me that I haven´t posted a chapter in a whole month :( I´m sorry, but I had no time to write and was laking interesting ideas. I still haven´t written much more, so you will have to wait for the next chapter a bit again :( maybe another month (Sorry!)

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Until then: Eat chocolate and stay sweet!