Aventure Amoureuse | By : Baron Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 5012 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The following morning you awaken to soft music playing from the hotel clock radio on the nightstand. You can't make out what song it was because you're a bit hungover from yesterday's festivities. You go to roll over and give your lover a kiss. Unfortunately for you, his side of the bed is cold and empty. Chat Noir was gone, and in his place was a letter and a single red rose laying on his pillow. As you begin to get your bearings and wake up a little more, you realize that the song on the clock radio is Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me by The Smiths. What kind of maniac would put on a song like that on today of all days? You reach over to turn off the radio but are halted by another sharp pain in your skull. Something about certain songs had been messing with your mind lately. Master Fu had mentioned something about ancients. This keeps happening to you as if someone or something is trying to send you a message. The pain in your head and blood trickling out of your nostril seems to indicate a message received, but not understood. You listen to the lyrics as you allow the song to finish before shutting off the radio without any further incident. You look over at the rose and Chat Noir's letter. The rose smelled sweet and had a slight hint of Chat's cologne and that nasty cheese his kwami likes so much. You take a deep breath and pick up the letter taking a moment to notice that the ink was smudged in certain places as if something had dripped on the paper. You come to the conclusion that he was crying when he wrote it, and his tears had smudged the ink. It was still quite legible.
"My Dearest amour,
I apologise for not being there when you go to the airport. I wanted to stay and have breakfast with you and escort you there myself, but the thought of watching my one true love get onboard an airplane and fly out of my life forever was too painful to bear. Forgive me, I may be a superhero but I'm a coward. I was too afraid of seeing you go and being hurt. It already hurts bad enough as it is. Please ignore the ink smudges and poor handwriting, this letter is incredibly difficult for me to write. I hope you don't hate me for abandoning you, but maybe it's better this way. If you hate me, you won't hurt as much when you get home. I'm unable to do this, I'm already home. The pain of losing you is too great and you've made a lasting impression on my heart forever. I'll never be able to love someone else as much as I loved you. You're taking a piece of my heart when you board the plane, a piece I can never replace. I hope you will never forget our time together. We laughed, we cried, we fought, we partied, and we loved. We saved each other's lives and I'll always be grateful to you for that, and so will the people of Paris the next time there's trouble. Never forget how much I truly love you and what our padlock on the Pont des Arts represents. No matter where you are in this enormous world, our love will always be sealed together above the Seine river in an eternal symbol of our love for each other. I will love you always. Even though you can be difficult at times, I cherished every moment with you. I will always love you. Please forgive me for being a coward and not saying this to your face directly, I just wasn't strong enough to be able to do that. I'm sorry.
Goodbye, my amour.
Chat Noir 🐾
P.S. Plagg says goodbye and have a safe journey home. He also wanted me to tell you: "I told you so." whatever that means."
Chat Noir's letter cut through your heart and into your soul. You added a few fresh ink smudges by reading his letter. You were devastated by the letter, partially by Chat's abrupt departure, but mostly by the guilt of the pain you caused to someone you loved so much. You felt as though you ripped out his heart yourself and crushed it in his face. You loved him and hated seeing him in pain, especially when you were the cause of it. It was too late to change the past, you already destroyed the charming young cat boy. It was time to go to the airport. You go into the bathroom and vomit into the toilet in a mixture of a hangover, horrendous guilt, and unfathomable heartbreak. You take a shower and let the water wash away your filth and sadness in a spiral of soap down the drain before returning to your room and getting dressed. You pack your bags and take one final look around at the luxurious penthouse suite of Le Grand Paris as you enter the elevator. The elevator ride is seemingly uneventful as you listen to the muzak piping into the elevator from the speakers in the ceiling. You're hit by another painful surge of energy in your head making your nose bleed again as Where Have All the Cowboys Gone by Paula Cole plays through the speakers only this time the pain is accompanied by a gruff voice roaring in your skull that simply says: "Find me." before the pain subsides and the song ends. You wipe the blood from your nose as the elevator doors open with a ding as you enter the lobby.
You head for the exit before you're stopped by a woman's voice behind the counter. "Aren't you going to say goodbye?" Chloe asks you looking upset as Jean stands attentively in front of the counter. "Of course I will, Chloe. I thought you were mad at me." you explain to the sad girl behind the counter. "Look, I know me and you were not going to be permanent. I still enjoyed our time together. I um... I don't have many friends. I really only have Jean and Sabrina. My daddy is usually busy and my mother is barely around. Even Jean has responsibilities around the hotel. Even though you're in love with Chat Noir, it's still painful to lose one of the few friends I had. Now, get out of here before I do something mean to you... peasant." Chloe says folding her arms and putting her nose in the air. You turn to walk away and look over your shoulder to see Chloe looking back at you. You turn around to look at her and she quickly resumes her snooty pose but gives you a sad look out of the corner of her eye. "Goodbye, Chloe. I'll miss you." you say with a weak smile as you walk to the exit with Jean escorting you out. "You'll have to forgive Miss Chloe. She doesn't want you to see her cry. You were a good friend and lover to her, and she's upset that you're leaving" Jean explains. "She comes off as a bitchy girl, but I was lucky enough to meet the REAL Chloe behind the facade. Take good care of her, Jeano." you say with a smile. "Will do. You be careful getting home. A lot of your friends are going to miss you here, including myself. Thank you for being good to Miss Chloe and helping to save Paris." Jean says as he respectfully salutes you. You return his salute and quickly turn your wrist remembering what Chat Noir taught you about the proper French salute. "You're learning." Jean says with a polite smile as he holds open the door for you and you exit Le Grand Paris for the final time.
You walk outside of the hotel to see that it's raining. It felt as though the city itself didn't want you to leave, and it was crying too. You shake your head at how trite that must sound as you hear guitar music playing behind you from beneath the awning. It was a very familiar blue-haired guitarist that enchanted you with his guitar in the park once before softly playing Exit Music for A Film by Radiohead on his guitar. "Luka!" you shout happily as you run up and hug the young rocker. "You didn't think I was going to let you leave Paris without saying goodbye, did you?" he says with a smile. "I've been trying to call you for days, I thought you were mad at me." you explain to him. "No, I wasn't mad at you at all. I was just busy helping my dad with yesterday's Bastille day concert. I'm glad I caught you before you left us forever." he says as he plays a happy upbeat riff on his guitar. "Left us? You mean Paris?" you ask him. "No, he means us. We're both going to miss you." Marinette says as she steps out from behind Luka. "Marinette, it's good to see you again. I didn't know you hung out with Luka." you say with a friendly smile. "Yeah, we know each other." Luka says as they both look at each other with a smile as if sharing some inside joke. "Listen, I wanted to give you this. It isn't much but I thought you might want a snack on the plane." Marinette says handing you a box of fresh macaroons. "Thank you, Marinette. You're a sweet girl and hope you have a good life. Tell Tom and Sabine I said goodbye as well." you smile at the blue-haired girl. "Take this too, to remember me by." Luka says as he gives you his lucky black guitar pick. "Thank you, Luka. I'll carry it in my wallet always." you say with a smile. You put the box of cookies in your duffel bag and put the pick in your wallet before waving your friends a final goodbye and walking back out into the pouring rain.
You walk to the street as a taxi pulls up in front of you playing Crush by Garbage on the radio. The window rolls down and the friendly brown-skinned face of your friend greets you with a small smile. "Need a ride,my friend?" Lamar asks you. "Lamar! It's good to see you again. I'd love a ride to the airport." you say as you toss your bag in the backseat and enter the cab. "You haven't been cheating on me with other cab drivers have you? Because you're my favorite client, and also my bitch." Lamar teases you as you chuckle and punch him in the arm. "You know the old saying, Lamar. Once you go black, your credit score is fucked." you tease your friend as he pulls out into the intersection and punches your arm in response. "So did you enjoy our city? Go and see the sights?" he asks as he takes the scenic route to the airport to have more time to talk with you. "I did. I sampled your food, tried various different types of French drinks, went to the Louvre and learned about your culture, and I even got to kiss my boyfriend atop the Eiffel tower during the fireworks and have sex with him. Well, I guess he's my EX boyfriend now." you say sadly as you watch the rain roll down the passenger window. "Joined the Eiffel tower club, did you? I'm sorry about your boyfriend. You were dating Chat Noir, right?" Lamar asks you. "Yes, and yes. I really loved him. Fuck, who am I kidding? I still love him. I feel like I'm terminally ill. Like I only have an hour before I lose all my loved ones." you say as you suck your teeth in disappointment. "You'll always have your memories, and the future isn't set in stone. Who knows? Maybe you'll come back to Paris someday." he says as he drives past the Pont des Arts and you notice Adrien Agreste walking along the wooden bridge sulking with his hands in his pockets. "I doubt it, Lamar. I don't make enough money for plane trips and travel expenses. The only reason I came here in the first place was because it was all expenses paid." you explain as you scoff at your enemy outside the window before Lamar turns a corner and you lose sight of the little blonde rat. "You never know, my friend. The future is always very unpredictable. Never say never." Lamar says as he pulls up in front of the airport. "Thank you, Lamar. For the kind words of wisdom and for being a friend when I needed one the most." you say as you overpay for your ride with a generous tip.
You wave your friend goodbye as you enter the Paris CDG airport and head towards your terminal. You feel like you're being marched to your execution. As soon as you board the plane, a part of you will die and be forever gone. You see a gift shop with various souvenirs of Paris as you walk by. There were little toy Eiffel tower models, picture books of the Louvre, and other Paris-themed trinkets. You quietly browse around and notice that they have a small merchandise table with various swag of Ladybug and Chat Noir on it. T-shirts, coffee mugs, baseball caps, etc. A small plushie catches your eye that's in effigy of your loving ex-boyfriend. You pick up the small black cat plush and give it a squeeze prompting a small electronic box within the doll to play a pre-recorded voice of Chat Noir saying his "Cataclysm!" catchphrase. You look at the soft plush cat with a shaky smile as you pay the clerk and leave the shop putting your new stuffed companion in your jacket pocket and resume walking to your gate. "You'll keep me company on the trip home, won't you?" you ask as you give the plushie another squeeze. "Cataclysm!" is the only response the doll gives you. You let out a deep sigh as you watch the planes arrive and depart from outside the window. Perhaps Tennyson was right. Maybe it was better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all. It certainly didn't feel that way.
You now have 1 hour left in Paris France. Something doesn't seem right. Walking to your gate almost feels like you're pushing a boulder up a hill. Something about this day feels quite ominous, and your head was starting to hurt again. You sniffle the blood running down your nose back into your head as you trudge through the airport. "I must be getting sick or something. That's all I need today." you say as you continue the final leg of your journey.
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