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"What does Adrien Agreste mean to you?"
Chloé was lying on her bed staring at the ceiling, while that question had been lingering in her head, the one Chat Noir had asked her yesterday when he had come to visit her at night as he did daily.
"What does it mean?"
She asked herself in her mind. At that moment, just minutes before Chat would visit her as usual, she felt the courage to answer it, because that day when the kitten had asked her, she had only responded with evasions and then changed the subject, but that did not mean that it did not remain in her mind.
Because Adrien is her friend, or rather he was, her childhood friend, but things changed, she changed, he changed. They changed.
Distance was an important factor in their change, over the years they became increasingly distant, from friends, they became acquaintances and then you could say strangers.
They were no longer friends. They were no longer the kings of the world.
"Kings of the world," Chloé murmured, and in doing so, she closed her eyes and was immersed in a childhood memory.
She, around seven years old, was leaning on the railing of a rooftop, staring in awe at the majestic Eiffel Tower that stretched out before her eyes.
"I'll be a queen," Chloé said with the most innocent of smiles. "I'm going to be the owner of the world," she added, laughing at that idea and stretching out her arms, it seemed to her that the world itself belonged to her.
Because Chloé was not like the other girls who wanted to be a princess, she was not satisfied with that. She wanted to be a queen.
"Will you be my king?" she said, turning her head and seeing Adrien also admiring the landscape.
He looked at her and smiled, nodding his head and accepting enthusiastically. Then, taking Adrien's hand and raising it together towards the sky, Chloé shouted loudly to the city, being seconds later accompanied by Adrien's shout...
"We'll be the kings of the world!"
After that, her memory ended, hearing the gentle knocks Chat Noir was making on her window. She got up and opened it, but before the little cat could come into her room, she went outside.
"My Queen?" he called, not understanding her attitude.
And she, heading towards the railing of her balcony and leaning on it, while appreciating the Eiffel Tower that could be seen from there, smiled slightly.
"I will be a queen... Will you be my king?" she asked, after a few minutes of silence, feeling the cat behind her. Then, turning around and resting her elbows on the railing, she looked into his green eyes and as the wind ruffled her hair, she gave a crooked smile.
Chat Noir, having heard that question, his eyes dilated, a childhood memory coming to him. Just having that thought, a smile was drawn on his face.
"It would be an honor," he replied, approaching and taking her hand, kissing her knuckles, and as he raised his gaze to those blue eyes, he saw that she was smiling enormously as when she was a child. Innocently and without a care in the world. "Then... we'll be the kings of the world," Chat Noir replied with a smile.
Hearing that, Chloé was caused to look at him in surprise at the incredible coincidence that was generated when she remembered what she had said as a child. Then, after a short period of time, smiling, she replied:
"Yes, we will be."