The wind whistles by me, ruffling my pigtails. The sun warms my back, but its a case of mocking deja cu as its not raining.
Gabriel Agreste is dead, along with his wife, Emile, leaving my boyfriend an orphan. I clench my fists together, but it doesn't help as they begin to shake. A soft thump momentarily distracts me, and Cat Noir stands by my side.
Though this time, there's no Miraculous, no Monarch to defeat. I feel like I'm in a hundred different broken pieces, nearly impossible to restore and complete.
"Cat?" even my words come out broken, and the tears spill over and we sit down, clinging each other tightly. Cat's shoulders are shaken and he lets out a sob. My own tears betray me, but I don't care, let them fall.
"Its okay to cry, Kitten," I manage, and we hold each other. He's so good to me, my very best friend. Cat's normally bright eyes look dull and lifeless, and he lays his head down in my lap.
No words are needed, or wanted to spoken now. I play with his soft hair, and at last I hear soft purr coming from deep within.
0 We change places, and though numb I fall asleep.
Stronger together, I tell myself. Alone we are still clever and quick, but together we are impossible to stop, a force to be reckoned with.
Yet, for now, comfort is duty of day. The golden light of the setting sun washes over us, signaling a change, and on the horizon a new day.
