I get up early in the morning for there is a lot to do. With Marinette and I moving tomorrow, I contacted Felix via Zoom and we both arranged things for Father's funeral. Dare I say this, but I wonder how many will show up knowing that he was once one of Paris's supervillians. And then there are the people who refused to believe that, as they were loyal followers of Gabriel Agreste and his brand.

I look at Marinette still asleep beside me, and I smile at her. Last night I gave her the choice to come with me, or stay here. She opted to stay, stating that she wanted to see her own parents before she left, to say goodbye. Though her parents are still alive, we'll both be saying goodbye today and I'm sure its going to painful. Though he turned evil, this man raised me and before Mother disappeared he was strict and a loving parent. I sigh as I roll out of bed, wanting this day to be over and done with.

I feel a small hand catch my arm. "Hey, do you want me to make you coffee before you leave?" Marinette's sleepy blue eyes look at me. "No, I'll be okay. Felix and I will get someone on the way over." "Okay, I love you, Adrien."

My throat tightens and I quickly climb back in bed under the covers, giving her as much love as possible before crawling back out again. Showering and dressing, I find my black suit and black tie. Marinette is fast asleep again now, and I give her head a small kiss before going to switch off the light for natural light is just starting to peek in the window. I stop with my hand on the switch. A small familiar box sits on the nightstand. Her Miraculous box, the one she keeps her earrings in. Curious, I open it finding the glowing jewels nestled in their bed of red velvet. Marinette rarely takes off her earrings, unless in some emergency, and then it hits me.

This is her way of saying goodbye, for now Ladybug and Hawkmoth are at peace. What a powerful way to say goodbye, I think. I know sometime today Cat Noir will also say a goodbye but that when no one else is around.

The weather is fitting, gray and drizzling and Felix is waiting in the car as I head out the door with Mother's umbrella. Marinette dug it out of storage last night, thinking it would be another way to Emile by my side.

Felix is waiting with a orange juice and a breakfast sandwich. "Thanks, cousin," I smile taking a bite. The hot food is delicious on this cold day, and the orange juice is refreshing. "How did you sleep last night?" He asks in a quiet voice. "Surprisingly well. Though, there were a few tears."

Felix turns to look at me, and I feel like I'm seeing my own face, reflected back in the mirror as Felix and I aren't merely cousins, we could be twins too. "That's to be expected, Adrien. He was a monster, though."

I feel my hand ball up and start shaking. "He was still my father." "Look at what he did to you and Marinette, nearly tearing you apart when you were younger, sending you away to London even if you were nearly the perfect son. I'm not sure I can find easy to forgive, Adrien."

We fall silent, as we drive up to the cathedral, and some people mingle outside the church. Felix and I walk up the long flight of steps, and it feels good to catch my breath at the top, giving my heart something to do then ache.

We find the pastor in charge of the service, and I put on a smile as I shake his hand. "I'm sorry for your lost, Adrien. If there is anything we can do to help, let us know." I nod. It will be good to leave the city and start anew with my beautiful Bugaboo, a fresh clean slate.

"Adrien, darling, there you are!" Aunt Emile sings as she finds us, and this time I smile for real. Aunt Amile was fashion model like Mother, but I always thought she would be a good actress too. She smells like perfumed lilacs. "Are you ready to go in?"

My breath stops, and my hands are suddenly slick with sweat. But I nod. I have to be ready. Inside the church, its dim, quiet and cool and the scent of flowers is almost overpowering. Then I see the long wooden box. My father is inside there, my mind says. Did he ever love me, or was I just one of his pawns?

I need to get out, I need to flee before the nausea and hysterics set in. "I'll be back soon," I mumble, walking as quickly as I can towards the fresh air, freedom.

I find myself in a small garden and at last breakdown, sobbing as if my heart is broken and torn apart. I am alone, without my parents to lead, love and guide. Yet, it feels so good to cry, a heavy burden off my chest.

How long I'm out there and how long I cry, I do not know. Then I hear a sound of a yo-yo, and small feet landing upon the ground.

"Adrien? Adrien Agreste?" Teardrops cling to my eyes like morning dew upon a leaf, and I have to clear them before I see my little Ladybug standing there.

She not my Marinette right now, but she's not my Bugaboo either. She's Ladybug, comforting one in need. "Adrien," she kneels down in the wet mud, not caring how muddy or dirty she gets, but gently places her hands on the sides of my face. "This sadness and grief isn't a passing shower, but the sun will slowly return. So, for now look for the sun's return."

I can't answer as more tears fall faster. The wind picks up as we sit in the wet earth, and her hair loosens and blows free in the wind. She's looks so beautiful, little beads of water catching the light in her black hair.

I take a deep breath, keeping my green eyes closed. "I'm ready now." She helps me to feet, then leads me over to the church door. I can hear faint strains of music coming from inside. It must be time, then.

I turn to Ladybug, but she's vanished like the mist and I walk back in, braver then I felt before. I hear the voices, but I don't hear the words, for my body is numb. Maybe this is my body's way of helping me so I don't break down especially now.

At the cemetery, the mud has gotten even worse, and I help Aunt Amile through it. Again, no words, only voices.

When I try to eat something later, it gets stuck in my throat and its to loud hear, getting louder and louder like a swarm of bees. Ducking into the bathroom, I whisper, "Plagg, Claws Out."

Slipping through the window feels natural, and I splash again through the mud towards my father's grave. "I hope towards the end you saw the good in me, Father. Even when I was Cat Noir. It would have been okay to let go of Mom, I would have understood."

Anger flashes through me suddenly, like the flash of lighting, white and hot. "Why couldn't you have loved me the way I am? What did I do for you to turn your back on me?"

My hand starts trembling and I start to see the world turn red. I see no solution, no relief. I back up a few paces and begin to run. "Cataclysm!" The swirling ball of destruction appears in my hand as I charge ahead.

Just before I turn the grave to ash, a movement catches my eye, causing me to slip and fall in the mud. The ground trembles beneath me, as the cataclysm takes place. Just above my head in a apple tree, a lone apple blossom sprig waves gently in the breeze. A single ray of light shines upon it, then the clouds race back in again.

Its a sign, that things will get better, just as Ladybug told me. Thank goodness I didn't let those evil thoughts overtake me.

At last, I can be Adrien Agreste, and thank people for coming and to see my family some who I haven't seen in years.

When I get "home" the apartment is empty and silent, and I know its time to go. "Well, what do you say, Plagg? Shall we go to the cheese shop one more time before leaving Paris?" Plagg sniffs and nods.

Its nearly dusk and I have a message from Marinette. Its simple, just a few lines long. Meet me at the top of the Tower. Xoxox, Ladybug.

When I get there, she's holding the Miracle Box watching as the sun makes an appearance just in time for sunset.

As darkness falls, the moon peeks then takes center stage in the sky. "You ready, Adrien? Time to transform so we can say goodbye to Paris."

Holding hands, we salute the city. I see tears glistening in my Lady's eyes and I squeeze her hand. This is the day of comforting.

She makes a portal, and together and linked we walk through to the island, blinking in the harsh sunlight. The first thing I feel is hot and tired, and I'm sure Ladybug is too. "Don't detransform," I tell her as she starts to do so. "We'll bake in this heat otherwise and if we stay in our suits will be protected. Let's try to find shade and maybe some water. Up you go, Bugaboo."

I carefully lift her into my arms, looking for a group of trees and find some clumped together towards the middle of the island. Trees mean shelter and water, and that's exactly what Ladybug and I need at this moment.