A/N: UwU~ No. I'm not done breaking your hearts~ And also, to the recent guest reviewer on FFN- do take a chill pill. Cheers.
"I'm all too familiar with pretending to say goodbye,
But I still broke into tears as I waved farewell.
This deep red sadness of ours
Gets darker, and darker, and then becomes night."
さよならごっこ (Pretending To Say Goodbye) - アマザラシ (Amazarashi)
Pairing - Mariblanc
Prompt -
'Mutual Pining, Late At Night'
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It was her own little secret.
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A secret above secrets
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Not a single soul, not even her beloved kwami nor her cherished partner was aware of this.
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Every single night since that day, after the clock has struck past midnight and the rest of the household was sound asleep, Marinette would tiptoe to the mirror above her sink and wait both apprehensively and excitedly.
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Her knuckles white, her lips almost blood-red from all the biting and cool shivers running down her spine whilst her heart would mercilessly try to break out of her ribcage.
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It was only until the familiar fog of blue and white would erupt in the mirror, along with the surface becoming like ice under her fingertips, do Marinette's lips finally upturn into a pained, bittersweet smile.
Fatigued, sky blues met lonely, cerulean orbs.
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"...Hello again..." Marinette tentatively breathed out, relaxing her stiff fingers and palm against the mirror, her eyes softening further when the boy in the reflection mimicked her action but with his hand resting under hers. Though, she couldn't feel him. She never was able to feel him.
As if he was just a projection on the wall.
"My Lady," Chat Blanc murmured back with longingness and love, his sheer white locks sweeping to the side ever so slightly as he cocked his head. His smile was anguished and crinkled, his azure eyes swimming with a million emotions a mile.
"I missed you, mon Chaton," She leaned her forehead against the glass, not needing to open her eyes to know that he mirrored the action. "We didn't get to talk much yesterday. I had so much to say."
"No thanks to that wretched butterfly man sending an Akuma that lasted all night, ma Princesse." Again, the girl noticed how his face would sour and darken at any sort of connection regarding Le Papillon. She wanted to prod, she wanted to poke but alas, all she would get were vague responses and a soft:
"I wish I can tell you, Marinette...but I can't. Everything will fall in place at the right time."
"Yeah," Marinette trailed her hand away from the reflection of his, running her fingers up until they landed on his jaw. "But forget about him. Let's talk about other things. Like-"
"Marinette." Although his tone was sweet, there was an underlying edge to it, pausing the girl mid-sentence. "How...how long are you going to keep this up?"
"W-What do you mean?"
"Mari...you know exactly what I mean."
"..."
"You need to let me go. Let go of the guilt behind my akumatisation. Let go of the guilt of my timeline. Neither is your fault-"
"Chat..."
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"I'm not your Chat Noir...I'm just a fabrication of your memory of him."
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"Don't...don't do this to me...please..."
"...I love you, Marinette. I always have and I always will..."
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"Au revoir...ma chérie..."
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"Chat Noir!"
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A/N: Let me know what you think! The next prompt I'll upload will be much nicer and sweeter
