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Chloé had everything she could wish for, she should be appreciated, envied. However...
Why was she the one feeling envious?
She hated people who had such close-knit families. She hated not being able to be truly happy.
She hated it.
At that moment, Chloé was looking at herself in the mirror. She wasn't crying, but her eyes had crystallized, and her expression indicated that she was holding back tears, she had clenched her teeth, containing her anger, like her fists at her sides.
How much more did she have to endure? How many lies did she have to believe?
She wondered, looking furiously at her reflection and broke it, took a perfume from the vanity, and threw it against the mirror, causing it to crack. And now it looked as broken as she was.
Tears began to slide down her eyes as she continued to observe herself. Showing through the mirror's reflection how her room was messy, with all her clothes scattered on the floor, like the sheets on her bed. And that's what Chloé had done minutes ago.
She knew she was no longer a child, so she couldn't have a tantrum, she couldn't cry hoping that someone would buy her what she wanted and the matter would be resolved. They couldn't convince her that way anymore. Not anymore.
However, she couldn't endure it anymore either. When she stopped being a child, she tried to be strong and endure it all, but she couldn't anymore.
She couldn't.
The rain that had started outside a while ago had silenced everything. Her pain, her tears.
After a while, Chloé went outside, not caring if she got soaked, she just hoped the rain would ease some of her pain, she walked and walked, until she reached the balcony railing, where she crossed it and sat on the ledge, swinging her feet.
Remembering what had happened earlier. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The images came to her mind.
Once again, she had been deceived by her father, who had promised her that he would be with her today. She knew she should stop giving herself illusions because in the end she always ended up disappointed, but again...
She had believed him, and it hurt.
She really hated the fact that her father was the mayor, even though he always showed the opposite, she never liked it because he always left her aside for his "important matters." However, she could no longer complain as she could when she was a child.
She was no longer a child.
So she tried to be strong. She would be, and that's why she would just tell him that she forgot and that he had matters to attend to and it didn't matter, even though it really did. Yes, it wasn't true, but everything she said was no longer true.
When did she start lying? When did she start lying to herself?
It's been a while, and everyone already knows the false Chloé. Not seeing that in reality, the true one, feels so alone.
She looked down, still swinging her feet. Wondering what it would be like to fall from that height.
"Would they miss me?" she asked with empty eyes "Would you cry, Dad?" she asked on the verge of a breakdown "Do you even care about me?" She closed her eyes and stood up, holding onto the railings.
For a moment she thought about doing it, but then she regretted it, because it was cowardly to take her own life that way. She was not a coward. However, when she was about to cross the railing again, she slipped. She immediately tried to hold on, but it wasn't necessary.
Someone had taken her in their arms. Chloé, when she opened her eyes, realized it was Chat Noir, who with his staff had placed her back on the balcony.
"Were you going to jump?! What were you thinking?!" the little cat yelled at her.
"I slipped," Chloé replied without looking at him, with her arms crossed over her chest, as the torrential rain soaked them.
"In such a way that you crossed the railing," he asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow.
"What's it to you? And what if I was thinking of jumping? It shouldn't matter to you, if the people around me don't care about me, why should a stranger care?"
"It matters to me, of course it matters to me."
"Ah..." she said sarcastically "I forgot you're a hero, you know you should take care of the Akumas instead of people. It's not your business," she snapped angrily "Leave me alone!" she exclaimed, going to her room.
Chat Noir, meanwhile, watched her walk away. Feeling so stupid.
How had he not noticed before?
She was still the same. The proud, strong, capricious and crybaby. His friend. She hadn't changed, it was just a disguise. She was pretending, and he had left her... alone.
He had left her alone.
Then, before Chloé went into her room, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards him to lean against his chest.
"I'm sorry, I'll never leave you alone again," he murmured against her hair.
"What are you saying?!" she exclaimed furiously, trying to push him away, but he was hugging her tightly and she couldn't push him away "I don't need your pity! Let me go!" she said, hitting his chest over and over again "I don't need it... I don't need you, I don't need anyone," she lied again.
"You're lying and believe me when I say I won't leave you alone," he replied, and with his index finger he lifted her chin so she would look into his eyes, and she did. Seeing that his gaze expressed sincerity "I won't leave you alone," he repeated, and she couldn't pretend to be stronger, she was carried away by those words that could be a lie or could be true "I promise you," Upon hearing this, Chloé brought her hands to his back and with her fingers clutched his suit, seeking comfort, and cried.
She cried as hard as the rain.
And in that moment while her face was resting on Chat Noir's chest. Only there, only in that instant did she stop feeling alone... so alone.