Adieu

Marinette?

"I'm sorry!" He said as he looked at the person he bumped into.

She wasn't exactly a waitress, actually.
Her dress stated that she was a chef.

Who

Had

Bluebell

Eyes.

And blue hair.

And porcelain skin.

And tiny freckles that were scattered over her nose.

And her hair was tied into two extremely familiar pigtails.

There's no doubt about it.

"Marinette?"

The said girl turned around.
It was true. She was Marinette. Adrien knew it. She was alive.

And before he knew it, he had tears in his eyes.

All the while Marinette gave him the puzzled look.
Lila and Emilie had come out only to see Adrien with a girl.

Emilie still did not know who she was.
But when Lila saw her, she dropped all her bags unconsciously. A huge gasp escaped her mouth as she processed who was standing in front of Adrien.

Adrien, on the other hand, was crying. And instinctively, he hugged her tightly.

Marinette lightly hugged him back. But that hug wasn't familiar.
From Marinette's side at least.

She hugged as if she was just reassuring someone. A relative or a distant friend.

There wasn't any warmth in her hug. Not like before. She-

Hesitated.

Adrien broke the hug. He looked at Marinette who politely backed away.

"I'm sorry sir. You must be misunderstood." She bowed.

"Wait! What do you mean?"

"My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng, sure. But-"
The upcoming words were like daggers in Adrien's heart.

"But, I'm pretty sure that I don't know you." She bowed again and went away. Leaving a very confused and heartbroken Adrien and a shocked Lila.