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It wasn't the first time it happened.
To Luka's bad luck, it would most likely not be the last either.
Movies were cursed, doomed to always be an unreachable dream they were bound to never achieve.
In his mind, it was perfect. They shared a popcorn package, one they sneaked in together as the ones at the storefront were far too expensive to actually consider buying one.
They shared a seat, curled up against each other as they held hands, not willing to let go until the lights were back on, and even then, refused to let go of each other.
They danced under the rain, to the melody of each other's heartbeat, a love worthy of a movie.
She looked perfect under the artificial lighting of the theater, under the moonlight and the stars as they left, under any conditions.
She shined like no one, everyone bedazzled by her gleaming smile and kind eyes.
He held her hand, would hold it until the end of the world.
He refused to accept it as any other way.
He loved her, even if they barely talked at all throughout the week.
pend it there, as if nothing mattered more in the world than her. Nothing did.
Even if she didn't have half as much time as he'd like to admit to spend together.
Again.
And again.
It kept in happening.
I'm not sure if I can make it to today's date, sorry :(
Sorry, something came up and I have to finish some stuff before tomorrow.
Randomly disappearing on the rare occasions they found themselves to be together.
Was it a fantasy? Fiction was always far more gentle than reality.
In the movies, they and the girl always loved each other deeply. When she was hurt, he'd be there for her.
When he held her hand, his world was infinitely brighter than it had been a few seconds before.
One and the other, never separated, together at anything reality might throw at them
They weren't supposed to chase after each other, going in circles until someone's tired bones refused to go on.
They weren't supposed to look at the other's texts, a crushing feeling squeezing their hearts when the other was again unavailable too busy with daily tasks, unknown to the other.
They were supposed to help each other with the weight of existing, when life threatened to consume the very joy of being there.
He would never even think of pressuring her to speak, nothing of the sort. But when her eyes appeared reddened, dark bags announcing yet another sleepless night, sometimes, he wished he did. Maybe it could help. Maybe she would find peace or solace in the words that came out. Maybe.
Although he’d probably never get to see that.
He would give anything to make her feel better, to help relieve whatever was causing her so much pain even in the slightest.
He would give anything to get the Marinette he met back. The one who stuttered, who laughed and tripped over herself and didn’t curse at herself for that, leaving her on the verge of tears. Who created, explored and triumphed. Who was bright enough to make the sun look almost pale in comparison.
Even if not always, maybe just having her back for a few minutes.
As much as he’d like to have her back, he was sure she could use it far more than he did. If not for him, for her. She deserved it.
He spent a day and a night planning.
THe bridge was perfect for that. The soft rumble of water offered a perfect scenario for what could be either one of the most beautiful or awful moments of his life.
“Marinette, where do you go when you disappear?”
The truth, is the only thing I can’t tell you.
He heard a voice in the back of his mind. He couldn’t do that to her.
“Marinette, run!”
And then his memory went dark.
~(x)~
It was funny how they started and finished almost in the same place.
I will always wait for you.
He knew as well as she did she wasn’t coming back.
~(x)~
It hadn’t even been that long. the entire city knew already by that point that she, the winner of that one Gabriel Agreste competition, the official designer for his father’s cover art and show props and his Kwami knows what more, was and had been in love with Adrien Agreste for far longer than she had known him.
By surprise or destiny, he had wished so many nights to find out what pained her, what taunted her mind and wouldn’t even let her free for long enough to watch a movie.
She, the light, the holder of a tender melody in her heart.
She was the holder of the way to save the city. It weighed in her arms, or rather ears, the responsibility. Everyday. No wonder it had almost suffocated her.
Marinette was Ladybug.
In a way, he wasn’t even as surprised as he would have thought he would be. It was just that she was so kind yet so strong, so brave and decided it was as if he had expected no one else to show up from under the mask.
For an even more unknwonw reason, he, the one who hated lies, who would rather stop breathing than lie to someone as important as she was to him, didn’t talk.
Not a word about it. Maybe it was him trying to protect her, trying to think it was not as wrong as it felt, having found out without her consent.
No clue why he did that.
Even less about why he lied. She had so clearly asked if he knew, but the spark of fear in her eyes, the one reminding him of the weight she carried, didn’t allow him to.
THe bridge was perfect for that. The soft rumble of water offered a perfect scenario for what could be either one of the most beautiful or awful moments of his life.
“Marinette, where do you go when you disappear?”
The truth, is the only thing I can’t tell you.
He heard a voice in the back of his mind. He couldn’t do that to her.
“Marinette, run!”
And then his memory went dark.
~(x)~
It was funny how they started and finished almost in the same place.
I will always wait for you.
He knew as well as she did she wasn’t coming back.
~(x)~
It hadn’t even been that long. the entire city knew already by that point that she, the winner of that one Gabriel Agreste competition, the official designer for his father’s cover art and show props and his Kwami knows what more, was and had been in love with Adrien Agreste for far longer than she had known him.
By surprise or destiny, he had wished so many nights to find out what pained her, what taunted her mind and wouldn’t even let her free for long enough to watch a movie.
She, the light, the holder of a tender melody in her heart.
She was the holder of the way to save the city. It weighed in her arms, or rather ears, the responsibility. Everyday. No wonder it had almost suffocated her.
Marinette was Ladybug.
In a way, he wasn’t even as surprised as he would have thought he would be. It was just that she was so kind yet so strong, so brave and decided it was as if he had expected no one else to show up from under the mask.
For an even more unknwonw reason, he, the one who hated lies, who would rather stop breathing than lie to someone as important as she was to him, didn’t talk.
Not a word about it. Maybe it was him trying to protect her, trying to think it was not as wrong as it felt, having found out without her consent.
No clue why he did that.
Even less about why he lied. She had so clearly asked if he knew, but the spark of fear in her eyes, the one reminding him of the weight she carried, didn’t allow him to.