The miraculous ladybug and cat noir

Memory

I felt everything in me go numb before I cried out and held her close to me.

I cried her name over and over again, my body shaking.

I felt sick.

This couldn't be happening.

This was all a dream.

No, It wasn't.

This wasn't a dream.

Marniette was dead.

She wasn't ever going to come back.

After hours of locking myself up in my room, holding Marinette, I picked her up.

I transformed back into Cat noir.

I looked at her as I held her in my arms, her body looking like a broken rag doll now.

I felt as if everything was drained from me.

I felt as if nothing mattered anymore.

Tikki looked at us. Her tears still falling.

"Find a good Ladybug ok?...Find one that will make Marinette proud."

I kissed Marinette's forehead and jumped out of my window, onto my roof, and began jumping house to house.

I took Marinette to her parents immediately.

They deserved to have her more then me.

I left quickly, after apologizing to them, unable to handle their cries and sobs.

I un-transformed when I reached home and didn't talk.

I felt so helpless and empty.

I stared at my bed, at Marinette's blood.

It was stained into my sheets.

The image of her laying there burned into my brain.

I laid on my side on the bed after a couple seconds, staring at the blood stains, still seeing her laying there.

Injured, but alive.

Plagg comforted Tikki as I stayed silent and distant.