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I sat on the Eiffel Tower, looking at the horizon while the sun set from behind me, and the moon began to rise. I hung my legs over the edge of the tower and swung them lightly as I breathed in the fresh air. It was silent, like always. Not a single noise could be heard. To hear something for once, I start to sing my song. “Little kitty on a roof, all alone without his lady.” It makes me smile to remember old times. Times with her.
Paris didn’t used to be so quiet. Especially not at sunset. You used to be able to hear the traffic, the pigeons chirping, the people chattering, the leaves rustling, hell, you could almost never tune it all out. That’s why I always used to go to the roof nearby… Marinette’s balcony… It was always quieter there for some reason. I never figured out why, but, I mean, it’s too late now.
I yawned and stretched my arms with my legs still hanging over the edge. I then pulled my staff out from my belt and opened it to my text messages. I clicked on Ladybug’s contact page to see what I wrote to her yesterday. Heh, I kind of forgot I said that, but I disregard it and start to type my message for today.
Day 358,
Hey, Bugaboo! We’re closing in on a year soon. It’s still super quiet here, and I don’t like it very much, haha. The Eiffel Tower’s rusting in some parts, and I’m running out of things to do, you know? Not really much you can do when everything’s like… this. I’ve scavenged some buildings for anything I could find to read or something, but there wasn’t really much point because everything is soaked. I’m managing, though! For now, at least. On a sadder note, I’m kind of starting to forget what you sound like. It being almost a year since I last saw you has taken a toll on my memory! I hope you remember me. I’m still hopeful that you’ll come back one day, but I probably shouldn’t be. I’ll keep waiting, though because I know you will come back. I can feel it. Or maybe I only feel that way because I miss you so much. It’s so hard to live without you. The only thing keeping me going is the hope, the want, that I might get to see you again, see your smile. Hear your voice again, get to hear your laugh. Hah, guess I missed you more than I thought. Sorry to end it so sadly, Marinette. I’ll write again tomorrow, like always.
Love you, from Adrien.
It was longer than I meant it to be, but my messages usually end up like that. I hit send even though I know it won’t go through. None of my messages have over the last 358 days, and none of them ever will. But, even if they did go through, she wouldn’t see them because she’s gone.
The broken moon is now slightly above the horizon as I think. Alya, Nino, Nathalie, Kagami, Marinette. They’ve all been evaporated by me. Everyone on Earth is dead because of me. Even my fath- Hawk Moth. Although, he deserved it the most out of anyone. Marinette said she’d fix everything when she left through the Burrow all those months ago. She may have fixed her version of Paris, but she clearly didn’t fix mine. My Marinette is still at the bottom of the ocean, along with everyone else.
I stare out at the moon, sitting on the side of the fallen Eiffel Tower. I don’t think the other Marinette will ever save me because I destroyed the world…
I was Chat Blanc.