A/N: Lol I'm on a roll today~! Only cos I keep procrastinating and these drabbles are a distraction for me from my uni work and artwork. It's been a while since we've seen some delicious, sexy angst on this collection, non~? Luckily for you angst hoes, I got a drabble that's a couple of sentences long.

Buckle up bitches.

ENJOY.

"My true voice and the dried up loneliness
When I am able to accept both as a part of myself
Pleasure"

Pleasure - WARPs UP

Pairing - Mariblanc

Prompt - 'Isolated'

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The sound of the lonely, icy breeze suddenly disappeared, filling the dishevelled white cat with horrifying dread from head to toe. His heart wailed to run away in alarm, knowing the devastation that was to come.

Yet his feet remained planted on the spot.

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He didn't even dare to look up, physically wincing at the sound of light, familiar footsteps coming closer and closer in a child-like skip, his faux ears plastered against his hair and his diamond blues pinned to the ground.

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Finally, the footsteps stopped.

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His heart kept crushing in itself and self-destructed on repeat.

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His breathing was haggard and painfully raw.

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"Hello again, Adrien,"

The illusion spoke in a mocking voice, laced with sheer disgust and infinite disappointment. "Still alive?" Bony fingers sharply grabbed his trembling chin, forcing his face towards her direction.

Her eyes...her gorgeous, beautiful, sky blue eyes, the very pair that he fell for from day one, was ignited with resentment and loathing that transcended all the words in the human vocabulary.

And never has he felt so small as he did now.

"I still can't believe I fell in love with a murderer like you..." She whispered in a manner that was pleasant and warm yet her words were like knives slitting through his heart and his throat with a precision that would make even the most talented assassin drool.

"I-I-I'm sorry...Marinette...I'm sorry...so sorry...

I'M SORRY!"

The tears kept falling as for the umpteenth time, he crouched to his knees and rocked, muttering "It's not real" over and over again like a broken mantra whilst the hallucination continued to berate him even further.

Tipping him over the little grasps of reality he had...

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A/N: Those who have read my old fic Martyrdom just now how much I love giving my faves some good ol' psychological torture and breaking down their minds~

Lemme know your thoughts in the comments. The more comments I get, the more likely the next drabble will be fluffy and sweet UwU