The day had arrived.
She was leaving.
Adrien was trying to smile. He'd spent his whole life putting on a fake smile, he could do this for his soulmate. But it was too hard to smile. For some reason, it was just beyond him to be happy at this particular moment in time. It wasn't like Marinette didn't know. The arguments since she had found out she was moving to Milan had increased from nearly nothing to explosions over the smallest things. Adrien loved Marinette with all of his heart and soul, and he knew that she loved him as well. He had tried to tell her that he would move with her, that they could start a new life together. She had said she appreciated it, then let him down gently. This was something she had to do by herself. She needed to know if she could make it in the industry she had dreamed of being a part of since she was a little girl. And having someone with the last name Agreste would only hinder her. It hurt, but it was the truth.
Marinette was beyond excited. She had several meetings with M. Laurent and Jennifer to set up her living expenses, budget, housing accommodations, and anything else she could think of. Both M. Laurent and Jennifer had quickly become her heroes. They adored her enthusiasm in life and she adored their support. Her parents had been nothing but helpful as well, offering to spend the first few weeks with her in Milan while she got settled into her new routine. She had declined their offer as well, citing the same reasons she gave Adrien. Each time she thought of leaving her home, of leaving Adrien, her heart hurt. But she had to do this. She couldn't seem to find the right words to say to him to make him understand that without hurting him even more. They had gone around and around in circles about her leaving and how it would affect their relationship. She loved Adrien with every fiber of her being, but it wasn't enough for him. He wanted her to be shackled to the same life he was leading. And she just couldn't do that. So she had decided on her last night living in the bakery, that she was going to release him. She had spent so much of the night crying over her decision that she didn't even get any sleep. She was supposed to get up in the morning and have breakfast with the man she loved, and then tell him she was leaving him to his hellhole of a life. What kind of person did that make her?
As she finally rose from her tear soaked bed and walked to the bathroom to wash her face and get ready to face the day, her phone dinged. She cringed as she turned around and walked back towards her desk. She knew exactly who it was, and she was hoping for a little more time before having to deal with the coming storm.
CN: Hey love, hope you're ready to start your new adventure! Did you want me to come pick you up for breakfast, or meet you there?
Marinette winced at the empty excitement of the text. Hoping to prolong her solitude just a bit longer, she messaged him back.
LB: Only as long as I get to see your handsome face before I leave ;D I'll just meet you there. I feel like walking and taking in the sights one more time before heading out.
CN: Okay, I'll see you there. Be careful, love.
Sighing, Marinette set her phone down and started towards the bathroom again, eager to erase the heartache of the night before. She could do this. It was for his own good, as well as hers. She didn't want to end up hating him like his mother hated Gabriel at the end of their marriage.
When she walked into the small cafe they had chosen to meet at, she was greeted with a sight she both was surprised to see and expecting. Adrien had commandeered a table towards the back, with a higher wall surrounding it than all the rest. And he looked like hell. Part of Marinette was surprised that he was allowed to leave the house looking as dishevelled as he was. His normally perfectly gelled hair was in disarray, like he had been continuously running his hands through it. He was wearing a wrinkled plain black t-shirt and black denim jeans. He had black converse shoes on, making the only pop of color his glowing green eyes. But instead of glowing with happiness, they were glowing with unshed tears. He looked absolutely wrecked, and her heart clenched at the thought of hurting him even more. She rushed over to him and put her arms around him as he buried his face in her shoulder. Her eyes pricked with unshed tears as he wrapped his arms around her middle as tightly as possible. She could hear his breathing stuttering, as he whispered something over and over again. She leaned down to hear him better before snapping back up, her back rigid as her heart burst.
Please don't leave me all alone, Princess. Please don't leave…. Please don't leave me….. Don't leave me…. Princess… Please….
Marinette sat on the plane to Milan and stared blankly out her window, while she leaned on her hand. Tears fell from her swollen, tired eyes. His words echoed in her mind and broke her heart over and over again. It never felt like it was going to stop. This cycle of unending pain and heartbreak would never stop. It clenched her hard with it's claws with the intent to never let go. She sniffed and let the tears continue to cascade down her cheeks. She could still feel his arms wrapped around her. Could still feel the pain of having to let him go. Of having to break him more than he already was. She cringed as the clouds that looked so peaceful out her window became the restaurant from the morning.
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Adrien clutched her with every ounce of his being. He felt like if he had let her go then she would disappear and leave him in the darkness. He didn't want her to leave him behind. Didn't want to let her go. Didn't want her to leave him to his monochromatic life. Where he would have no color or light anymore. There would be no soft giggles to create music against the stark baritones of his father's wants.
Marinette pried his hands from her. Her eyes shook and she didn't make eye contact with him. She couldn't. She knew she wouldn't be able to say what she had to if she focused on him and his expression. If she saw the hurt and the pain in his eyes. "Um…" The words got caught in her throat and wouldn't come out.
"I- I need to talk about- about us." Her voice broke with each word. "I- I know this isn't fair and that- that what I'm about to say is going to hurt. Is going to- to cause a lot of pain…" Her voice shook as she burst out these words of certain destruction.
Adrien felt sick to his stomach and didn't want to hear anything that she was about to say. He couldn't hear it. He just wanted her to say that she was wrong. That she wanted him to be with her in Milan. To travel with her there.
"I just- I think it would be eas-" She hiccuped and froze up, before she cleared her throat. "If we split up for- for now. Not forever. I mean who knows… maybe it'll work out later on down the road. Once I get my feet planted and I get myself to where I want- need to be. I-"
Adrien cut her off as he set his napkin on the table and stood up. "I'll be back. I- I just- give me a moment." He walked away from the table towards the bathroom. He didn't want to be upset in front of her. He didn't want her to see the pain that was ravaging his heart like a blaze that would never be put out. The pain that was choking the life from him. The ache that felt like clawed hands gripping his neck, causing him to not be able to breathe. Ripping at him and tearing him to pieces. Leaving him gasping and clutching at his worn out shirt, as he slammed the handicap bathroom stall open and slid down to the tile with his hair clutched in his fingertips. How his cries rang out and bounced off of the walls. How he didn't want to go on anymore if he didn't have her. His light. His life. His ladybug. He sobbed and screamed out, as he punched the wall behind him over and over again.
Marinette sat at the table and clutched her head in her hands. She took a shuddering breath as she waved over the waiter and paid him for his time, before she walked to the bathroom. She looked around her for anyone and snuck into the mens room to hear soft sobs coming from the big stall.
"Kitty?" Marinette softly spoke and shut the door behind her.
"Go away." Adrien's voice croaked, as he sniffed and wiped his nose with angry forest hued eyes. "I don't want to talk about it. Just go. Go to Milan. Leave me. It's fine. I'll be fine." His voice faded with that last part and he hid in his folded arms on top of his drawn up knees.
"Adrien… I- I'm sorry." Marinette touched the stall door and leaned her forehead onto it. "I- it hurts me too. More than you know." Adrien shook his head and spat back at her with words filled with anger and mistrust.
"YOU DON'T! YOU JUST THINK YOU DO! YOU THINK YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT IT'S LIKE IN MY SHOES! BUT YOU DON'T! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE LOOKED AT LIKE AN OBJECT. JUST SOMETHING TO HANG YOUR FATHER'S CREATIONS ON! I'm NOTHING! NOTHING, Mari! NOTHING….." Adrien cried out, before he suddenly gave in and whispered. "I'm nothing without you."
Marinette slid to her knees and reached under the door, waiting for his hand to touch hers. For some sign of forgiveness from him, but his hand never reached for hers. "Just leave me. I wish you all of the luck in the world, Bugaboo. I truly do. But I just can't see your face anymore."
Marinette's heart shattered. She couldn't believe that she was the cause of her Kitty's destruction. She never once considered that he could react this badly to her leaving. She was sorely tempted to change her mind about letting him come with her. But first….
Marinette slammed her fist against the stall door. Enough was enough. Getting up, she strode towards the bathroom door, ignoring the soft "Marinette…" she heard as she walked away. He probably thought she was giving up. Leaving him. But what she had in mind was far from it. She flipped the lock on the door and dragged the trash can over against the door as extra insurance no one would disturb them. Once she was satisfied everything was in its proper place, she turned her sights back towards the still closed stall door. She was DONE. Done with the heartache that came with doing the right thing for her future. Done with leaving behind the one person who made her complete. She would show him. She would let him know just how deeply she was affected by her decision to move on with her life. Everything was not as easy for her as he seemed to think it was and it was time to show him how much she was going to miss his touch.
Marinette banged on the door so hard it caused Adrien to nearly jump out of his tear soaked clothes. "Open this door right this second, Adrien Agreste!" He had never heard her sound so absolutely focused and determined. He snapped up and rushed to the door before flinging the lock back. He jumped back as she shoved the door open with so much force it nearly bounced back and knocked them both over. Before Adrien could even blink, her mouth was upon his. This kiss was so much different than the ones he had experienced with her prior to this. This was pure desperation, and he couldn't help but respond to it. He grabbed her roughly as she scratched his scalp tugging his hair to get him closer. His whole body shivered as she bit his lip in her quest to consume him. He groaned as her tongue finally forced entrance into his mouth. She stole his breath as his hands frantically pulled at her shirt. He wanted her to remember what he did to her. This was no time for sentimentality. He wanted to brand her, so that no one dared to touch her pristine skin in his absence. His lips broke away from her frantic kisses and started to blaze a trail down her neck, stopping every few paces to roughly suck a mark into her pulse point. He could feel her pert nipples through the thin fabric as he pressed every inch of his body against her. While he was ravishing her neck, his hands slipped under her shirt to pull it roughly off her body. He broke away to lift it over her head and deposited it in a heap at their feet. In the brief moments their lips weren't connected, a litany of sorry's fell from Marinette's lips. But Adrien didn't want any more words. He wanted action. He wanted to feel something, before his life would be reduced to nothing but numbness.
Adrien spun Marinette around to where she was facing the wall of the bathroom. His arms threaded around her waist to start working the buttons on her capris while his lips continued to lavish her neck. Using both hands, he finally got her capris unzipped and started to shimmy them down her hips, pulling her panties down with them. He broke away from sucking on her skin to yank them all the way down. He nudged her to lift her feet up to completely free her from their constraints. She expected him to return to his assault on her neck as soon as his task below was completed, but she was surprised when nothing happened. She looked over her shoulder at him, only to find him staring at the ladybug tattoo that adorned her left shoulder blade. The expression on his face was hard to look at, reverence warring with betrayal, as he lifted a hand to trace around the edges. He seemed to snap out of whatever thoughts were imprisoning him, because he looked into her eyes with a fire she had never seen in him before. He stepped up to her body and roughly reached around to dip a finger into her folds. He didn't wait to see if she was ready before he thrust a finger inside her. She gasped and bit her bottom lip as her legs nearly gave out. As he started to pump his finger in and out of her, his tongue traced around the ladybug. Marinette couldn't explain it, but his tongue being on her tattoo did things to her body that she couldn't handle. She came around his finger with a loud cry. Before she could even recover from her orgasm, he spun her again to where they were face to face once more.
Adrien quickly shucked off his pants while lifting his shirt above his head, depositing them all into the pile of clothes next to them. He distantly thought he should be concerned with the fact that only a flimsy lock separated them from a whole cafe full of people, but he couldn't bring himself to care. The world would have to be ending for him to stop making Marinette make those delicious moans. And even then he would not abandon her. He needed to get these emotions out and burn them into her.
He crashed his lips to hers at the same time she wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft. She started to roughly pump him, desperation causing a pleasure/pain mix that was as excruciating as it was heady. If he wanted to be rough, she could always match him. She wanted him to understand that this wasn't easy for her. She would spend her first days in a different country missing her other half, and she wanted him to remember that. As they broke apart, she kissed down his chest until her mouth found a nipple. She flicked her tongue out against it before lightly biting it. Adrien cried out and tangled his hands in her hair. She continued to descend down towards where her hand was still pumping his cock. She pulled her hand away as she wrapped her lips around the tip of his aching dick, sucking away the thin stream of precum sitting on his head. She had barely gotten a few moments to hollow out her cheeks before he was yanking her back up. She welcomed the roughness, wanting to brand this memory into her brain for all the lonely nights ahead she had to look forward to.
He entered her with tears streaming down his face and his eyes locked on hers. She wanted more friction, so she wrapped both her legs around his waist. He wrapped one arm around her as he pressed her back into the wall, and he grabbed her other hand and intertwined their fingers together. He slammed their intertwined hands over her head as he strove to bring her to the edge. As he cried out with effort, she took her hand from his to place it on his cheek.
"Adrien…. Let go, Chaton. I'll always love you. There will never be another person in my heart. It's always been you, and it will always BE you. Let go for me…" She placed a single tender kiss on his lips before he started to shake with his release. Something about the raw emotion of his orgasm touched something deep within her, causing her own release.
He finally set her back on the ground and turned to pick up his clothes. Suddenly, he was too close. Too close to making her change everything she had planned out for her future. She needed to leave before she threw it all away for this broken boy in front of her. It was horribly selfish of her to know exactly what she was doing to him, and yet still do it anyways; but it couldn't change her mind. She rushed through getting dressed, managing to get fully clothed by the time he had his pants and shoes on. She wanted to say something, ANYTHING, but she didn't know how to make this better. She reached out to lay a hand on his shoulder, drawing it back like it had been burned when she saw his flinch. Her throat closed up and the tears burned her eyes as she turned around and walked away from him for the last time.
Marinette had waited outside of the cafe for a few minutes for him to approach her, before she had left her heart at the door and walked away. He had never came out. So she had boarded her plane with a heavy heart, unable to be excited any longer for what lay ahead.
Adrien felt like a great weight had been placed on his shoulders as he slowly walked to the mirrors in the bathroom. He was hyper aware of the fact that she was no longer in the building. He could feel her absence around him like a swirling black pit, one that he was about to dive headlong into. Staring unseeing at his reflection, he felt all of the tension gather. Seeking a release. He backed up until his back hit the wall, disgusted with himself. His skin crawled as the tears continued to stream down his face. He turned and put his forehead against the wall, hoping the coolness of the tile would calm the fire burning in his soul. With a heart wrenching cry, he slammed his head against the wall. He spiraled into the black hole as he pounded his head against it over and over again until the tiles cracked and his head bled. He didn't care because he couldn't feel a damn thing. Adrien could care less what happens to him from that moment on. How long he wallowed there, he had no way of knowing. It felt like years before he finally found the strength to move away from the wall. As he walked towards the stall to grab his shirt, something caught his eye. His shoulder, which had housed his black cat tattoo for over 3 years now, was empty. He waited for any sort of emotion at this finding to well up, but nothing happened. With a sense of finality, he realized this meant she was truly gone from his life.
Still…. she walked away.