2 weeks have passed since the memory of the statue, and everyday she's been back to repeat the process. The statue helps her feel close to him and helps with the loneliness and ache of missing him. Today's the funeral for Cat Noir, she asked the doctor if he would attend. In case she breaks down and needs a friend to help her.

"Should we go? Won't it be too hard?" Plagg asks as he sits on Cat's ring, looking up at Marinette staring at herself in the mirror.

A funny thought had occurred to her. She wishes they hadn't used a condom when they had sex. Adrien's baby would have made this less lonely. She's never having kids now, never. Maybe Plagg's right? No, she has to go. She has to. This will be the first time people have seen Ladybug since before Cats death. It's been a little over 2 months since the night in the cave.

"The people need to see Ladybug, especially at Cats funeral. Cat would go to ours…" She whispers the last part, as she wipes a tear from her eyes. "You can stay here Plagg, I'll go." She holds out her hand for Cat's ring, something she never goes anywhere without.

Plagg sighs and goes into the ring, before she picks it up and puts it on the necklace around her neck, before transforming. The bugle around her neck, poking through her the suit.

"Be good, my babies." Kissing each Kwarmi, before she jumps onto the balcony and looking around the city. Every building had green and black fabric draped over them, in honour of Cat Noir. They had tried to get her to plan the funeral. Cause, that's so totally something she wants to do.

"Deep breathe, you can do this. You can do this." Zipping off towards the church in the distance. As she passes along the city, she notices the dedication to her partner's memory. But she can't help but wonder. If Paris would be mourning this much if they didn't know Cat was Adrien? Guess she'll never know.

Stopping on a roof just before the church, she glances down at the crowds waiting to go in. She sees a few of Adrien's rabid fan girls, happy to see they won't be in the church. This is for Cat, not Adrien. Even if they are the same person. In a sense, they were 2 different people.

Sighing, she zips to the back of the church and enters into the back door. Looking around at the church. The church is in Green and black, with photos of Cat everywhere. Some alone, some with fans, victims, and some with her.

Laying a hand on the bump under her suit, she sniffs and steps to the front of the stage. There's no coffin, since Adrien's body is being held. As they fear someone might try to do something to it. Which is probably for the best, if she sees him again. She might not have the strength to leave him this time. She'd probably just climb into his coffin, and tell them to bury them together.

"Ladybug, you came…" A voice speaks up from the last, near a door.

Turning to look at the voice, it's a pastor, holding the bible. Glancing at it, she hopes he doesn't get all religious on them. Adrien hates religion.

"Cat hates religion, he never believed in any of it." She whispers, trying not to cry. She has only been here 10 minutes.

"I know, I just hold the book. It makes me feel better. Understand?" He hugs the bible to himself as he lets out a heavy sigh.

Once again, she remembers that she's not the only person to lose Cat Noir. The whole city did, they might not have known him as she did. But, they still loved him and lost him.

"Of course, I'm sorry." Placing a hand over the lump where the ring is, she sighs also.

"I'm sure you're tired of this but, how are you? I know you're not religious either. But, if you ever need a friend. Someone to talk to, listen to you. Or someone to hold you while you cry. I'm here." He smiles kindly at her. Something about what he had said, makes the tears escape her eyes.

"No- no-one has asked how I am. They just assume I'm okay and refuse to let me be sad. Even my parents won't let me be… never realised how unloved I am." She turns away, wiping the tears away.

"Don't say that Ladybug. You're are loved by those people. Just, grief? Is hard to deal with. They see you in such pain, and there's nothing they can do to help you. So, it makes them uncomfortable. So, they try to get you to move on, to smile, to be okay. So, they don't feel like they have failed you. They're in pain, because you are." He reaches out and lay a hand on her shoulder.

Jumping, she looks up, not noticing he'd moved. She blinks and looks at the empty church. "That… that makes sense, I guess."

"I never said it was okay for them to do. It's wrong, stupid. But, human nature. Just stay away from them until you're ready to talk to them. Or they will just make you feel worse. Joseph said you were beautiful up close. He wasn't kidding." He smiles as he looks at her.

"The doctor? You know him?" she glances at him, frowning.

"He saved my life. I'm the life he saved, which gave him a reason to continue living. Please, let me help you like he did me." He smiles as touches her hand.

Pulling away, she steps towards the picture of them together. Smiling at it, she remembers this picture. "He was so happy in this picture, I'd just kissed him for the first time. Telling him…" she pauses, her voice getting croaky. "Told him I loved him. That I'd always loved him. And wanted to be his girlfriend, wife and the mother of his kids."

"That's beautiful…" He whispers from beside her.

"No-one knows, we didn't tell anyone. No-one knows we were going to get married when we turned 18. I didn't want to wait. I wanted to marry and have kids now. He just laughed and told me we had the rest of our lives for all that. I agreed and said we should wait. The irony…" Burying her face in her hands, she can't hold back the sobs that are building in her chest.

"Oh, my dear child!" The pastor steps forward and pulls her into his arms. As she sobs into his shoulder. Her arms around him, shaking uncontrollably from the sobs.

"The pain, the pain's too much. I can't breathe… I can never breathe… I can't even mourn him properly, because of all the stupid secrets we have. It's not fair, it's not fair, it's just not fair!" She sobs screams into the pastor's shoulder. As he sheds silent tears in sympathy for her pain and agony.

"Oh dear, we haven't even started and we are already crying." A familiar voice says from behind them.

Sniffling, she turns to see the doctor, tears off his own in his eyes. "It's okay, really. I'm okay, now." She takes the tissues and wipes her eyes.

"No my dear, you aren't And you won't be for a long time to come. And that's okay." The doctor smiles and squeezes her hand.