⚜️Chloe Bourgeois queen of Paris⚜️ [Adriloé] [Chatloe]

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-Your father will go in a business travel for two weeks.
-But the next week is going to be the fencing contest, he promised to go!
-I'm sorry mister Agreste but your father has pending issues in America.
His father's assistant gets out of the room while Adrien sighs frustrated.
Another promise from his father broken, another tear that shouldn't fall. How many more will continue to fall down his cheeks, how many sighs of frustration and sadness will get out? How many promise will be broken? He didn't know it, but he was arriving to his limit. -Why the long face pretty boy?-Asks Plagg mocking while he floats around Adrien. -You wouldn't understand it Plagg. He was devasted, exhausted, tired, irritated, all the adjectives that described his pain. Slides on the wall until he gets sitted on the floor, looking his huge window the night view that show the city, undoubtedly, it was really beautiful, too bad he was broken for admiring it. He swears that for a moment he listened the sweet voice oh his mother, singing a song so he could sleep, and so, he fell sleep thanks to the song of his progenitor who was missing.