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Marinette gathered all the friendship bracelets and random cat toys and hid them in her drawers. She took her sketches of Chat Noir-esque designs and hid them far underneath all her other designs so she wouldn't have to look at them. All this stuff depressed her now that she witnessed Chat basically kill someone.
'It was an accident! He didn't mean it!' Screamed a part of her mind.
'No, it doesn't matter! He's a murderer now, whether it was intentional or not!'
'But just give him another chance!"
She sighed, tears coming back to her eyes and she flopped down on her bed. God, what if he comes by tonight to talk to her about it? He doesn't know she'd witnessed it first-hand so he'd probably want some support from her...
"Marinette, it's okay," she felt her kwami gently pat her head, "There's no need to be upset."
"Yes, there is, Tikki!" She said, not being able to hold back the tears anymore, "I just witnessed a fucking murder."
"You know what, I'm sure Chat Noir is a lot more traumatized than you are." Tikki huffed.
Marinette wiped away her tears, "You're right, Tikki," she sniffed.
Her phone beeped, signalling that she got a message. She grabbed her phone from where it lay beside her.
[Alyeah: gurl have u heard what happened?!?!]
Perfect. Fucking perfect, Alya knew. Now, she would never be able to forget it.
[Mariii: Yea]
[Alyeah: dude i am so fuckin conflicted rn like dude,,,,,, chat just killed someone]
[Mariii: Yea, I know]
[Alyeah: do u think he's ok? i heard ladybug yelled at him or somethin]
'Alya, for the love of the Lord Himself, please, don't remind me.'
[Alyeah: i hope he's ok]
[Mariii: Yea, me too]
She suddenly heard a knock on her window. Speak of the Devil and He shall appear.
"Marinette?" She heard his muffled voice through the window, "Can I, uh, come in, please?" He knocked once more.
Marinette debated over whether letting him in was a good idea. She didn't trust herself to let him in, talk about with happened and not break down, crying.
She sighed and got off her bed and walked to the window. She opened it slightly for him and took a step back as he squeezed through.
"Hey," he said as he entered. Marinette could tell he must have been crying, his mask didn't cover up all the tear stains and his red cheeks and watery eyes.
"Hey," she said, not knowing what else to say.
"Rough day?" he asked, probably referring to her own puffy, red, watery eyes.
"Yeah," she responded, vaguely. "Just school and bullies, again"
He nodded.
"Are you okay?" she asked, trying her best not to let her voice crack.
At that, he let out a small gasp, "You know, don't you?" He asked, nervously.
She knew that if she spoke now she'd likely start crying so she just nodded. It didn't really make much of a difference as her eyes still watered.
Chat immediately noticed, "I'm so sorry!" he panicked, "Please, don't be scared of me, I didn't mean it!" He cried.
Watching Chat cry, of course, made her cry more. She hated seeing him like this, she hated that she was part of the reason why he was upset. A small part but a part nonetheless.
She grabbed him and hugged him and cried into his shoulder. She could feel him trembling as he cried too and she didn't want to look at him so she buried her face into his shoulder.
He rested his chin on her head and, just above a whisper, his voice cracking terribly, he asked, "We're still friends, right?"
That made Marinette cry even more and she nodded, "Yes," she said, "Definitely."
Chat hugged her, tightly, and kissed her forehead, rubbing her back.
"Thank God." he whispered.