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White fills my vision
Ice crushes my senses
Water drowns my lungs.
Breathe. Just breathe.
I can’t.
I’m sinking. Slowly. Deeper. Faster.
The colour white represents purity, like when I de-evilise an Akuma, but now it meant evil. Pure frighteningly raw evil.
Breathe. Just breathe.
My lungs are full. Water one of the many sources of living, is now killing me. Filling my lungs with icy blue that match the eyes of my worst nightmare.
Breathe. Just breathe.
I’m cold.
Am I?
I can’t tell anymore. As the receptors in my body stop responding.
Am I even still alive?
Please. Please. Please. Please.
Just breathe. Please.
I can’t even tell if I’m the one who’s begging.
Is it me?
Is it him?
Is it someone else?
Does he care that I’m dying?
Is he concerned?
I’m shaking.
Or maybe is the waves of water splashing around me.
Im struggling to stay on the surface.
Am I even still there.
It doesn’t feel like it.
Stop. Please. Stop.
The world is shaking.
Chat. Chat. Chat.
I want my chat.
Not this, I want the real one.
With sweet, awkward, sincere smiles.
Not the malicious grin, that played innocent and turned insane in seconds.
I want the goofy, jokester that made me laugh and calmed me down when I was stressed.
Not this sad, sad version of him.
I want my chat noir.
I don’t want this.
Not him.
I want chat noir.
Not him.
I chant like I’m Dorothy trying to get home.
Send me back to him.
The world is still shaking.
It won’t stop.
I’m being pulled under.
He’s staring.
On top of the drowned buildings.
He’s staring.
Blankly.
WHY DON’T YOU CARE!
I scream in my head.
Please care.
I whimper.
Please, please, please.
The world is shaking harder.
Yet he’s standing, perfectly balanced.
Please help.
I need to get to him.
I need to save him.
I can’t move.
I’m stuck.
I’m Turing to stone.
I’m becoming my this realities self.
The one that just blew away at the touch of my hand.
I’m taking my place.
No. No. No.
Please.
I’m screaming.
I think I am anyway.
His hand is outstretched.
No.
He’s staring into my eyes.
The once gorgeous green is now icy blue.
No. This isn’t right.
Blue extents from his finger tips.
NO!
I’m screaming this time I know I am.
NO!
CHAT!
NO!
Why won’t he listen?
Why is he just staring?
NO!
Finally he speaks
You did this to me.
One sentence and everything shakes.
And everything turns blues.
And everything fades.
But his words.
They linger.
They shake with the world.
My fault.
I did this.
Me.
My fault.
I did this.
Me.
My fault.
I did this.
Me.
I’m
Changing again.
Shaking.
Is it me or the world.
I can’t tell.
-rinette
Marinette.
Breathe. Just breathe marinette.
Please.
Please.
Please.
Please.
I’m sorry.
I’m in class.
How did I get here?
Everyone’s staring.
Adriens in front of me.
His outline and white coat messing with my senses
I’m sorry.
Please forgive me.
I didn’t mean to.
I love you.
I promise.
I need you.
Please forgive me.
He’s staring, gone was the blank stare, gone was the callous claws.
Gone was chat blanc.