I carefully spun the hot pink lock on my bland and pasty white locker, pulling it open to reveal more folded notes from Adrien's admirers, Mireille's posse, and Alya's so called friends. I scarcely read through them, just to laugh at their new creative insults. Between one that said that I was a hoe and another that said I was a gold-digger, a flash of blue showed from the single shelf of my locker. A piece of a paper, which wouldn't be a surprise if it wasn't strategically placed inside my locker, in a place that you'd have to open the locker instead of the regular slipping it through the slits of the locker. The paper resembled something of a blue eye, I shakingly reached for it, bringing it it to my view. I strained to read it, as the words seemed to jumble together like you needed 3-D glasses to read it. Finally keeping my eyes steady I saw that the eye was apart of two curvey M's, and upon further recognition, butterfly wings. Gasping, I dropped to letter from my locker, and it floated down to my white converse.

My chest started to constrict, and I realized as I numbingly kneeled to pick the letter up, that I was in the midst of having a panic attack. My eyes felt like they were sinking into my skull, like they were burning into it. I straightened up, right when my head hit the corner of my locker and where Adrien's dark green vans appeared in my watery vision. Adrien's hands quickly went to supporting my back as I spat out rows of swears.

"Shit! Marinette! Are you okay?" He bent his head lower to meet my eyes that struggled to focus.

"Ye-Yeah, I just.." I brought the hand that cradled the nice bump on my head to my eyes, just to check if there was any blood. Adrien rubbed my back in a supporting manner, taking the books I took out from one of my hands into his and had shut the locker I probably dented from my big head. Still seeing the letter I would've sold my soul to read in that very moment, angry that it had put through me in physical pain, I bent down to retrieve it but a stabbing burning sensation stopped me with a wince. That's when Adrien saw the letter, that was turned upside down upon falling. He beat me to it. It was now in his hand as I struggled to straighten my vision.

"Wai-" I reached out to retrieve it but gave up halfway. Well, no hiding it now.

"Is this what you dropped?" Adrien's facial expression was… Not what I expected.

"Yeah.. What threat is it this time?" I rubbed the space between my eyebrows, too tired to care anymore.

"Huh? Threat? No.. Mari.." He turned the card with his wrist to reveal a neatly written letter, signed by Alya. No butterfly or eye drawing whatsoever.

"Huh? That's not-.. Possible?" I snatched it from his hands, and began turning it feverously to find the secret messaged that perhaps Adrien didn't see. But it was blank. It must've been my imagination.

"Marinette? I know you just hit your head but.." Adrien's cold hand brushed my forehead and then cupped my cheek. "You don't feel feverish. Are you okay?"

"Yeah I just, was shocked." Not really. For the first time in months I wasn't eager to find connections or anything related to Alya. It pained and surprised me how composed I was that this was Alya initiating contact for the first time. I flipped the letter over before reading it, really reading it instead of skimming it for threats from Hawk Moth.

Dear, Marinette.

Can we please talk?

Meet me at our regular coffee shop hangout after school… Please.

From, Alya

"Are you going?" Adrien brushed my elbow to lead me away from the forming crowds of the hallway to behind a set of stairs that lead to the Senior's classes on the third floor. It was the definition of shady and sketchy, but it provided secrecy we've been wanting a lot more of.

"Huh? Going where?" I mumbled against my thumbnail as I chewed on it, a million thoughts flashing through my mind a second, but Adrien's caress brought me back to reality or most of it.

"To see Alya… Hey, talk to me. Have you been sleeping?" I glanced around us before snuggling into his hand that cupped me lovingly. I sighed deeply making me all the more tired. I numbly shook my head only wincing a little bit with my bump.

"No, but it's getting better."

"Uh-huh." Adrien leaned into one hip putting a hand on it in a skeptical look. I couldn't help but roll my eyes and smile. With a glance around our surroundings, I rolled on the balls of my feet to plant a brushing kiss on his cheek.

"I'm fine, just tired."

It took him a moment to recover from blushing, he probably didn't have time to prepare his sensitive and adorable self for that act of affection. He gave me a sideways grin. "Yeah, I know."

I've always had nightmares of Hawk Moth, since the first time I wore Tikki's miraculous, but they were always random and scarce, usually whenever something really big happened with an Akuma. But they were everyday, everynight.. Even in daydreams like Alya's letter. And it wasn't just him, it was the constant harassment from the girls at my school, the looks from Mirielle and Alya, Nate's hostility, and.. .Even Adrien's own exhaustion. He couldn't fight his father for more breaks and gigs, and I know he's trying to spend every waking moment for be with me in and out of costume. And it was consuming him as much as me. My shoulders felt so heavy, I tried to roll out the numbers of sleepless nights out of them but it was no use. I ignored it as usual, going into the same deceiving patterns that I used to be so familiar with, I can't keep unloading everything on to him. I wouldn't let myself.. Or forgive myself for that matter. Sending him my biggest grin I could, I placed my hand on one of his shoulders to hopefully distract him from reading too much of my emotion.. Since I can't hold anything from him it seems anymore. "You're leaving third period for a modeling gig today right? I'll write your notes for you."

His eyes lingered on the hand that cuffed his shoulder, and in a pouting gesture he released a sigh."Ahh, you're the best.."

"Thanks, I know."

"Ha-ha. I'll be getting out just in time to pick you up from your last class, alright? Don't leave school without me, or call me if you do." He gave a lopsided smile as his phone start vibrating in his back pocket. I entwined my fingers around my books he was carrying, giving him a quick and secretive kiss that took him back. And when he leaned in for another one, I held a finger up to stop him.

"When you come back.." I whispered, and he defensively sighed into my shoulder.

"God why can't this day go faster?"

I simply shrugged to pat his sulking self on the back. "Bye Adrien."

Pulling himself from my embrace, he tapped a finger to my nose and left with a wink. "See ya' Mar."

…..

"LadyBug or should I say Marinette?" The voice emerged from the pitch black void. "Sorry, now that I've pulled the connections together I seem to forget the proper etiquette. Which do you prefer?"

"Shut the hell up. Where the fuck are you? Come out you coward!" I shouted back, it felt like I was floating in a thick jello of dark red and black, but breathed easy as if it wasn't as I was submerged into water. I was breathing easier than normal, as if the guilt and anxiety didn't block my windpipes and an oxygen tank kept me from hyperventilating.

"Why? Do you feel guilty, Marinette, and you want to blame me? Like it isn't your fault that you're dragging Adrien down with you?" His voice pierced open wounds. He took my silence as encouragement, not shutting up his booming voice that I could never describe as if I forget it each time he talks, igniting me with chills and fear each time he spoked. "You can't possibly think he actually loves such a… Mess like yourself, right? I mean of course you do! He's even said it straight to your face, right?"

"He loves me…" I silently pleaded, more to myself than the disembodied voice.

"No, he doesn't... But you shouldn't feel too surprised, I mean who does love you?" His laugh sent a new kind of fear and insuperiority into me as if I was only 3 feet tall. "Come on Marinette! You know you're stronger than these fools. They don't deserve you.."

"..I don't deserve them?" No that's not right. I'm not even worthy of them.

"That's right. Come on, you've always known that you're stronger than them. Better than them."

"..I'm nothing without them." I contemplated, suddenly so tired I didn't feel the pure hatred towards this man like I usually would.

"Exactly. Which is why you should let them go. Do you really think they want to babysit you? That they actually care enough to stick with such an emotional wreck of a girl? Join me, Marinette… And you'll never question your worth."

"Why.. Why are you even here? Why me?!"

"Marinette, I'd like to think we're both the same. You know, you're just like me."

"I'm not like you…" I felt my face heat and contort into something I'd never want Adrien or my parents to ever see.

"You will be."

"No-"

"I have to leave.. Goodbye my sweet Ladybug." I could almost see him smile something so foul it twisted my gut.

"Wait!"

"WAIT!" I was no longer submerged into oblivion but rather standing straight up in a classroom with twenty pairs of eyes on me. My face heated before I could recognize what was happening.

"Nice to see you finally awake, Madame Dupain-Cheng." Madame Chamack's withering stature was standing right in front of me with a look of disapproval that had been watered down with pity. Frazzled, I started brushing my hand from my face as I blinked away the tears of humiliation.

"I-I-I I'm so-so, So sorry.. I-just-.." Breath, just breath.

Madame Chamack would've went red with rage but it seemed like she was holding her fury back as a hint of guilt plagued her snarling face. She sighed deeply before pulling out a pad of papers and signed her name. "I'm sending you to the nurse. Alya, you're her friend right? Why don't you bring her down there."

"Erm.." I vaguely heard Alya stutter those words, everything felt a million miles away. "But-"

"Madame Césaire, I didn't ask for an answer. Come on, I can't stop class all day for your drama. You're to come straight back. Chop chop." She waved us away with a wrinkly hand. Staggering I somehow managed to the hallway, gripping my plain dark red sweatshirt for stability as I felt lightheaded, like I could topple over any second into the tile floors that began to look more like soft pillows.

"-ette?"

"Huh?" Alya's hand felt like it was burning through my clothes, how long has she been holding me? Whatever, I didn't care. I didn't want to give the energy to act like I did at least. "Yeah what?" I added nonchalantly.

"Are you going to be okay?"

"Mhm." I took a step further from her embrace. It felt like I was smelling heat. Could you smell heat? Whatever it was it made my stomach lurch and face warm more. We came to the nurse's door when she stopped me from gripping the doorknob, which surprised me that she was still there.. Which surprised me even more that I didn't notice.

"Wait!... Did you… Get my note?" She shuffled uncomfortable away from my personal bubble she had just broken to prevent me from going inside the room. I rubbed the space between my eyebrows trying to knead away my growing headache, again.

"Huh, oh that. Yeah.." My grip tightened on the handle.

"Soo… You did?" She looked like she had to use the bathroom with her gitty stature.

"Mhm." I said louder with a hint of annoyance and pain that totally by-passed her. She nodded excessively while I blinked away the lights that sent knives into my skull from the window. It felt like half of my body was weightless while the other was weighed down by a car.

"Alrighttttt." She rolled back and forth on her heel before turning away. I was a foot inside the door when she turned and awkwardly tamed her curling hair. "Feel better."

She gave herself an awkward nod before jogging back to the class. Maybe I would've questioned why she was so suddenly preppy but I just wanted to sleep. The world was tipping when I walked in the office, as if gravity favored the right side of my body that threatened to timber over. I gripped for the white curtains that separated half the office for the sick occupancy but my senses were heightened and I felt like I could hear a pin drop. I must be alone with this deafening silence. But I wasn't. A dark tall shadow rose as the figure came closer to the white curtain. I urged to whip the curtain away but I was falling, so slowly. Like I'd never get to the floor in time. The figure ripped open the curtain, just in time to yell my name in a deep voice and attempt to grab my shoulders. Then it went dark, as if a sole lightbulb in my head burned out completely.

…..

"No concussion?" Marinette's mother began to stroke the good side of her daughter's face that didn't have a bandage. Madame Bovary, who surprisingly had gotten some degree in medicine and was one of the head nurses of the school, crossed her hands accompanied by an affectionate smile.

"No. She's a smart girl and managed to cushion her fall with her hands." She swiveled away from the white bed that Marinette laid peacefully asleep on to get a clipboard she had on a occupying nightstand. "Seems like it was from stress and not sleeping, not a big deal but I suggest you take her to a hospital for a checkup… She has been through a lot."

"Yeah…" Her mother whispered quietly. "Adrien you don't have to be here. I'm sure your father wants to know where you are." She smiled fondly up at me, hiding lines of distress and exhaustion with hope and motherly instincts. My heart turned at the thought. A mother.

Despite knowing the consequences, I shook my head. "It's fine, I already texted him. I'll stay here until she wakes up, so if you need anything…" I wanted to curse at my awkwardness but I didn't care enough about myself to do so. Only of the girl that laid in a deep sleep infront of me. Madame Bovary waved at Sabine, summoning her from the enclosed room, probably to talk about possible therapy or doctors to go to and to get gossip in her situation. Irritation nipped at my back, how dare someone use her situation for their own gain? Shes going through hell and all people in this school do is think about themselves… Including me.

I sighed in relief in attempts to de-stress myself, suddenly thankful that Marinette's mother shut the curtains on her way out giving us privacy. I stumbled from my position leaning on a wall to come to her side. "Oh Marinette…" I whispered, letting my fingertips trail the shape of her face and caress her cheeks. She stirred slightly at the tough and only when I took my hand away did the stress in her face leave. I brushed a stray peace of hair out of her face when I noticed how her eyebrows started to furrow and her breathing quickened. "Marinette?" She clenched the bedding around her, trying to arch her back from an invisible embrace that kept her constricted to the bed.

"No!" Her scream brought me back from numbing fear. I clammed my hands into her shoulders to keep her on the bed as she thrashed around. "Stop it! Please!" I felt my own eye burn with unknown fear and panic.

"S..Someone!" I felt so hopeless. How do I help her? Only now I realized how truly small and useless I was. Here I was saying how I'd always protect her, trying to always make her feel secure… And she is in such pain that even I can't help with. That I don't even know about. I looked up to Marinette's mom and Bovary with eyes resembling something like a kicked puppy. "She just! Please!" Eagerly I looked between the two. Sabine just stared in horror at her spazzing daughter and pleaded silently for Madame Bovary. Bovary look taken back but put on a brave face that didn't give away any emotion but certainty. Something I've never seen on this timid teacher before. She clasped Marinette's mother's shoulder and lightly shoved her to one side of the bed, and then she herself came to the side I was on. She fiercely wedged her way between my arms that held her down from hurting herself. I fought back though, like some eternal instinct drove me to do everything in my power to protect her. Madame Bovary simple looked stunned at my resistance and gave me a sturdy look.

"Adrien, you need to me get to her."

"No!" I said defensively, just as Marinette's crying turned to sobbing. Why wasn't she waking up? I frantically looked between the two adult women. "I just.."

"I know." Bovary put her hand on mine, lightly prying it from my girlfriend's shoulder. "Adrien you need to let go." I sucked in a deep breath, holding it as long as I could as if I needed to hold onto something, fulfilling my urge to hold onto her for dear life. I released my grip finally, and then shooed away by Bovary out of white room of curtain, right when Marinette's mom had sat up her daughter to lean against her shoulder.

"I.. Just.. Sorry…"

"I know."

"I'm sorry."

….

"Why won't you leave me alone?" I twirled a lock of black hair around my pale finger, a little too fascinated by how it began to tangle in an unruly mess.

"When we're just beginning to become friends? That would just be rude."

I rubbed my chapped lips together in an impatient manner. "Then why me?"

"I already told you, Lady Bug. We're very similar." He sighed as if it was undeniably obvious.

A low pitch grew in the back of my throat, unwillingly I snapped. "How? Are you saying I turn innocent people into -"

"You mean grant them their selfish wishes."

"You use them for your own gain!"

"Exactly. And you don't?"

"I-" As if someone had punched me right in the gut, I was winded. The sweat that coated the back of my neck suddenly chilled, making me shake. "What?"

"You think the world owes you something, you'd do anything for power whether it's becoming a superhero and a student for praise. You use both Adrien and Chat Noir for your own emotional satisfaction. You're oblivious to others problems, hell you didn't even notice your parent's affair. How are you different than me?" It felt like hours passed before I was able to process everything he's said and all the dark realities I refused to surface.

"... They really had an affair?" I whimpered.

"Oh for Christ's sake-" A white blur blinded me temporarily as a tall and narrow figure formed from the mist. It looked oddly familiar, a sharp pain admitted from the two bumps on my head. I sparingly had time to wonder why.. I was too busy focusing on the slender middle aged man. He wore a sleek almost skin tight mask that shaped emphasized facial expressions, that resemble butterfly wings. From his angled jaw line that could probably cut steel to his pointed nose that was like a stubby mosquito. He was abnormally skinny, or well maybe it was because he could be my dad's age and it made life seem unfair. The way he glided in his angular suit that could've been another skin to him gave me flashbacks to my ballet days, walking on the balls of his toes with open shoulders and impeccable posture. He was beautiful.. Elegantly beautiful of a high class man. Someone who is very admirable as well as manipulative. "Does it matter? It's not like you genuinely cared. Only of that picture perfect life you desire so much."

His walking was soundless, like he moved with a pulsing speed that left a smudge picture of his path, like a camera left on exposure for too long. Unable to even focus, I coward under his stature. My eyes searched widely for reality and humanity in his clouded irises, but all I saw was my scared reflection. "I love them." Was the only passing thought that repeated enough to break my stunned silence.

"Do you? How about Chat or Adrien?" I couldn't help but notice the twitch in his eyebrow, or what I presumed to be his eyebrow beneath his mask, when 'Adrien' rolled off his tongue. I know mine did. "Marinette you can't maintain this forever. And neither can your so called 'friends'… Don't you want to be yourself? Be happy?"

"I am!" I snapped, pointing a threatening finger beneath his chin. I felt my heart began to pound against my ribcage. Why am I so angry? I swiped my hand away and tucked it under my armpit along with the other one. "I am happy, I'm happy because of them and you're asking me to let them go?!"

"If you're happy then why are you so afraid of them leaving? So self conscious? You know they're going to leave you… They always do.." For a split second I saw his eyes cloud with something other than hostility, I dare believed it to be actual, humane pain underneath… All that nothingness. "Why prolong your suffering? Their suffering?"

"... I'm not, I'm different from you, okay? Just.. Please."

He began to massage the space between his eyes, the sounds of his leather gloves made my toes curl. Then, as if he was having a seisure, he began laughing as if coughing up a lung. I jumped back from his surrounding that seemed to pull me in his suffering. It seemed like forever until he finally died down, as he extended his arms to gesture the darkness that surrounded us. "You know, I was just like you. Thought I was saving the world.. Met the love of my life.. And was happy… But the world is cruel to people like us. People who would do anything for justice even if that means sacrificing everything for them… Everything." The sadness in his voice was almost heartbreaking… He turned his head back from looking at the endless abyss of black back towards me. My knees began to buckle underneath me as I hurried to scramble away from the man that emitted such hopelessness and sadness… His hand reached towards me, in some sort of gesture I winced away from. Almost betrayed he slowly retreated his hand from my shaking body and with a slouching manner he tilted his head to one side in an apathetic sigh. "It'll just continue to eat you away… And when that day comes, I'll be the only one left for you."

"Wha-" I tried to find my voice but I almost bit my tongue as a tornado of butterflies filled my vision and the man's figure. Subconsciously I reached for him, surprising me on how I tried to cling on to the only human life form in my view. Was I always this needy? And… Why would I reach out to him..? I brought the hand I extended to my heart as I curled into myself. I want this feeling to stop. I want this to go away.

Another blinding light filled my eyelids.. And when I released my closed eyes I didn't realize were glued shut, I was in my bed room. Sitting up was painful, and it felt like my head was splitting open. I winced, right when a cool washcloth fell from my damp forehead into my hands. I took a shuddering breath when I realized I wasn't alone in my room, right when I saw a blond mane laying on the small sofa diagonal from my bed as well as the butterfly that landed on top of a cup of water near my nightstand, littered with pain relievers and ice packs. Numbingly, I reached for the insect as my hand felt like static electricity. I marveled at it's unique dark beauty as it nipped at my finger tips. And that's when Adrien's movement made me jump and the winged bug fly away. Adrien wobbled over from his tousled makeshift bed, still wearing the same getup from the last time I saw him during school. After coming halfway to my bed he gasped in horror, I jumped slightly but when I saw the only reason why he jogged back was to get a tray of food, I was relieved. Although I'm not sure why, as if I was doing something so wrong.

"Hey there, sorry I dozed off but uh…" Adrien tilted the tray to address to it, which was a blueberry muffin and cinnamon raisin toast. "It's kind of cold but-"

"What happened?" I took the tray from him and placed it on my lap, for the first time my parent's cooking didn't look appetizing. The bed shifted as Adrien put half his weight to sit on the bed by me. I moved away from him, enough to provide space for him to share learning against the backboard with me. His hand entwined with mine and his careful soothing strokes gave me weird feelings of.. Guilt? I bit my lip, the pain distracting me from a whirlpool of emotion.

"Fainted, though you cushioned your fall.. You did hit your head again.. Madame Bovary helped you, I guess she has a medical degree.." He used his free hand to wipe away my flyaway from my face as I slumped against him. "...How are you feeling?"

"Amazing." I looked at him through heavy eyelids.

"Sorry…" He mumbled at the same time as he squeezed my hand. If he was wearing his Chat ears I'm sure they'd be limp with empathy. "You managed to sleep two days though, a doctor came and assured it wasn't from a concussion."

"Two days?!" I quickly glanced at my matching white and green pajamas and blushed. Then a thought crossed my mind that made me whip my head back to the chuckling boy besides me."You haven't been home, have you?"

He dramatically looked away from me with a awkward half smile. "Uhh… Look! Your mom also placed a chocolate on the tra-"

"Adrien! You can't keep neglecting your-" I looked around to find the words. I can't tell him to go back to his ignorant father or to a job he doesn't like… But I can't have him neglect going home, changing, eating and just treasure the moments he doesn't have to give up to be with me. "-life to be with me."

The blond boy's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and with an adorable tilt to the head he stared at me through those puppy dog.. Or kitten eyes. "Neglecting my life? Are you saying the time I spend with you is a waste to me?"

"Wellllll I was asleep for two days-"

"No, Not my point, Marinette. I want to be here with you, and it's my duty to protect you now." He reached for my forearm but I ripped it away from his grip.

"Duty? It's not your duty to do anything! I can take care of myself!" I now saw how ridiculous I sounded and looked as I stood on the bed we shared, looking down at him in unresolved anger.

"Marinette! Calm down, your head…" He tried to approach me like a I was some hostile animal, which ignited more annoyance, though my head seemed to topple over much to my own hypocrisy. My heart seemed to race from the sudden movement and explosion. I calmly counted to ten while I unclenched my hands.

"I don't need all this attention Adrien, you can't keep placing my needs before yours."

"... Mar, you're not sleeping, eating and your highschool life is complete hell, and not to mention the constant danger of being a superhero.." He slowly sat up from the bed and backed away to make eye contact with me with ease, though he spent most of the time glancing at the floor in awkward uncertainty. "... I'm just.. I'm here for you, okay? I know you don't need protection.. But I'm here to try to make your life easier." He shrugged hopelessly, that made the guilt in my stomach twist into a bigger knot. "I want to be here. I want to be the shoulder that you lean on-Not that you need one 'cus you definitely don't but you know I just-I want to spend all my time with you… Sorry, I guess I was selfish to think that it was okay.." His eyes seemed to circle the room before getting enough courage to make eye contact again. I rolled my head in exhaustion though I had just slept for days. I hopped off the bed with agile and little pain, but enough to make me stumble into the arms that seemed to be there just in time to catch me.

"I'm know.." I whispered against his grey tee. He hesitantly returned the gesture, warming me with security. His strength in his hug actually made the air escape my lungs uncomfortably… But the way he seemed to grip for dear life made me rethink my decision of pulling away. I nuzzled into the soft space between his chest and shoulder, softly rubbing his shoulder blades. "Your father is going to beat me up for making you such a rebel.."

His chest vibrated with a low grumble of laughter. "He'll have to go through me first." I bit my lip in slight irritation when he seemed to rethink his choice of words. "Or you can beat his ass and totally be my hero." He sighed heavily right by my ear, as if taking in my entire being. "...You did have my worried sick…" His hands traveled to the lower part of my back to bring me closer to his proximity.

"Sorry…" I mumbled, suddenly his heat made me feel drained, as I dropped my shoulders and posture allowing him to support my body weight. "Thank you."

"Anytime, Bugaboo." He leaned back enough to plant a kiss on my forehead that made my blushing reach the tip of my ears. "But uh… There's something I should probably tell you.."

"Hmm?" I grabbed a hoop on his jeans and dragged him to the makeshift bed he made in order to stay by my side. We sat on the couch where I boldly kissed the soft spot beneath his ear while swinging my thighs to straddle him. His hands shakingly gripped the bottom of my mid thighs in leverage. I dragged my finger across his jaw, beckoning him to my lips which his eyes seemed to be glued on drunkingly. I trailed my lips on his pursed ones, dragging them back up his draw line to lightly breath by his ear, in which I took the time to whisper a question that half occupied my mind. "What do you have to tell me?" I grinned when I heard his breath catch and him swallow uncomfortably.

"Huh-Oh.." He swallowed again as he gripped my legs tighter, shuttering as I kissed the neck right underneath his jaw. "Mar-"

"Mm?" I lazily inhaled his cologne, trying to fight away my embarrassment for basically smelling my boyfriend. His hands were then on my shoulder, pushing me back enough to maintain eye contact while also keeping me upright from falling. I furrowed my brows in confusion at his sudden rejection, fully knowing my mouth was open ajar. "Wha-" The doorbell of my house burst through the silence and my drumming of my heartbeat.

"Alya said she'd be coming over."

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I'm alive, or semi-alive. Thanks for all the love and comments, it makes me smile sm. I love you all! Hopefully the way I'm directing this story will work out, I'll be sure to release more chapters but this should do for now. More to come! Thank you sm for reading and reviewing.. It really makes my day and just all happy! I feel as happy and loved as Chat's love for LadyBug and puns... Lame but it's true y'kno.