The miraculous ladybug and cat noir

Memory

I found her almost immediately. She was laying in the middle of a bridge.

A bridge covered in locks.

A bridge where love was formed was where mine was being taken away from me.

I stared with wide eyes as i ran to her.

She was so still.

She looked so broken.

I began to cry again as I got closer. She was in a pool of her own blood.

I ran to her side and fell onto my knees, not caring if there was blood on me now.

Her head was turned the side, the back of her head to me.

I could see the blood matted into her hair.

The wound that spread across the back of her head.

It made me feel sick to my stomach seeing how horrible it was.

Oh god...Ladybug...oh god...

Was all I could think about as I swallowed a lump in my throat.

My heart was racing, a pained expression soon appearing on my face.

I reached out, placing my hands on either side of her cheeks and turned her face towards me.

She was so cold already.

I spoke her name gently, trying to force a smile as I watched her pale face for any slight movement.

Her eyelids twitched and then opened, revealing her beautiful, sadden, baby blue eyes.

She spoke my name stuttering, barley able to get the words out as she tried to smile.

I could tell she didn't have much time left.

Her eyes already looked so exhausted. So tired.

So....

Lifeless.