PREPARE FOR FEELS!! Writing this while watching Forevermore in the sitting room, too many feels. XANDER WHY DID YOU GO WITH THE KATE WITCH!?!?! AGNES WILL BE DEVASTATED!!!

Sorry. Author rant.

Edited.

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Adrien's P.O.V

I stirred slowly, my vision blurred, and with my recovery, came the realization.

I was still alive.

And with that realization, came the wonder of where I was. I sat up, finding myself in a dark alleyway hidden from the busy streets of Paris, with no broken bones or injuries. I had a nosebleed, but that was about it.

And then I realized. I wasn't in my Chat Noir suit. So where was...

"Plagg?" I called out in a whisper-shout. "Plagg, where are you?"

The sound that followed broke my soul to its core. It was a sound of pain immeasurable; a groan so deep and agonizing that I spun around, dreading what I would see.

My eyes widened, and tears flowed.

"P-Plagg...?"

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Marinette's P.O.V

It was like my life was crying these days. But not tonight. Tonight I was pacing, trying to make sense of it all.

I had tried to save Chat as he had fallen off the the Eiffel Tower, but he had used his cataclysm against me. It dawned on me then what he had been trying to do.

He wanted to kill himself.

And then, helpless with a broken yo-yo, I could only watch as he fell to the ground below, already filled with a crowd of citizens looking up at him falling.

He was supposed to have hit the ground, but...instead an enormous cloud of bright green aura erupted around him, and he disappeared into thin air.

Just like that.

I paced my room, trying to find a logical explanation for what I had seen, but really I was just elated that Chat was alive. Or at least, there was a high probability that he was.

"Why are you so disturbed, Marinette?" Tikki asked, and I sighed.

"I...I don't know what to make of it, Tikki. A green aura?"

"At least he's safe, right?"

"That's the thing. I don't know, Tikki. He just...disappeared. What am I supposed to make of that?"

Tikki sighed, collapsing on my bed. I grabbed three cookies and placed them on the bed for her to eat, and then continued pacing.

A green aura...an aura...why was he saved by an aura? Why did he disappear?

A thought struck me like a flash of lightning, and I went stiff.

Where did he disappear to?

"Tikki," I said anxiously, pivoting on my heel to face my kwami. She looked up.

"Yes, Marinette?"

"Do you...do you think you can find where Chat is?"

She stared at me quizzically. "What do you mean?" She questioned.

"You said that...you could sense his kwami, right? Does that mean you can locate him? Can you find where he is?"

"I...I think so," she said, floating into the air and closing her eyes. "Maybe, if Plagg isn't sleeping or something I can be able to-"

"Plagg?" I asked, but she cut off abruptly as her expression suddenly became totally focussed. She floated in silence and I watched her carefully. Every few seconds I caught her murmuring something that I couldn't hear.

"Tikki?" I asked after a full ten minutes of silence. "Have you reached out to Chat's kwami?"

Her eyes suddenly flew open, her blank expression rapidly turning into one of horror. She ignored my question and zoomed past me, heading for the balcony.

"W-wait! Tikki, where are you going? Wait!" I called. She slowed to a stop, not turning to face me.

"Don't follow me, Marinette. Please. I'll explain everything when I get back. But for now..." She trailed off and flew out and past the balcony, disappearing from sight.

I stared. What had she seen?

"Marinette! Dinner is ready!" I heard my mother call from downstairs.

"I...I'll be right down!" I called back, slowly turning around and heading down for dinner, my thoughts completely occupied.

What had Tikki seen?

I sat down at the dinner table, picking at my food and answering every question directed at me with single words.

"Are you alright, Mari?" My dad asked me, staring at me worriedly. I forced a small smile.

"I'm fine, really," I said. "I just...I'm just tired. School was particularly exhausting today."

"Why don't you eat then?"

"I really don't feel hungry. Just tired. May I please be excused? I want to sleep."

He smiled, nodded and continued eating, and I stood up and made my way back upstairs. I lay down on my bed and stared at the balcony door.

I don't remember when I fell asleep.

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I was awoken by a small tapping on the balcony door. My eyes shot open; the first person coming to mind being Chat.

It was Tikki.

I made my way to the door and opened it, taken aback by her solemn state. She said nothing; simply floated past me and collapsed on the bed. I heard small sobs.

"Tikki?" I asked softly. "What's wrong? What's going on?"

She ignored me, still sobbing into the bed. Now I knew how she felt when I had been crying before. I climbed into my bed and took her in my cupped palm.

"Tikki, talk to me. What happened?" I asked, and she stared at me with glistening eyes.

"M-Marinette....you'll...you'll have to...." She cut off abruptly and burst into tears. "He....he's..."

"What? He's what? What's going on, Tikki?"

"Marinette...Chat Noir..."

"What's wrong with Chat? What happened!?" I pressed, my heartbeat quickening as I grew anxious. "What happened, Tikki? Tell me!"

"Chat Noir...is alive," she murmured, and I nearly screamed in relief. My heartbeat slowed down, but picked up a bit once I noticed she was crying harder.

"But...?" I pressed, and she took a deep breath.

"But...you won't be able to see him anymore. He won't be around anymore. It'll just be...Ladybug. Alone-" she cut off with a sob again, and my eyes widened.

"What? But...but why? Why would he..." I gulped, dreading what I would hear. "Why would that happen, Tikki?"

"Because....he c-can't transform, Marinette."

She sobbed, and slowly, ever so slowly, I began to understand.

"Tikki," I said slowly. "What happened...to his kwami?"

She closed her eyes and inhaled. Her next words made my heart sink to the floor.

"He's...gone."

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Adrien's P.O.V

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☡☡WARNING☡☡

Abuse starts here.
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The belt lashed across my back.

I didn't flinch.

Kick after kick landed in my stomach. Punches rained across my face. Blood and tears flowed, splattering all over the walls.

But I didn't flinch.

I was slammed against the wall, blood from my body smearing against it. I was introduced to stabbing pain and the sound of breaking glass.

I still didn't flinch.

Even the voice, so vocal at times like this, was silent. I let the pain overcome me, tried to let it devour me entirely, tried to will the hands of death to wrap around me and take me away from here.

"Adrien..."

I squeezed my eyes shut at the memory.

"I'm sorry. I had to. I couldn't...let you die. Even if it means...I have to..."

"Please..." I murmured as the pain continued.

"You have...to make sure you...overcome this. Please...Adrien. And...and if you don't..."

"Please..." My murmurs turned into sobs.

"You owe me...a boatload of...Camembert in the afterlife...heh...."

I reached out, my fingers closing around an arm, stopping it from reaching my back with the weapon it held. I turned around slowly, looking at the monster I hated.

"Please stop..." I whispered. "I'm begging you...because...I feel nothing. You're just...wasting your strength on me. I'm...nothing. I'm not worth anything...not even this. Please....just stop..."

No.

I was smashed into the wall again, blows raining down on my back, and I honestly felt nothing. Not a bit of physical pain.

But the pain inside was too much. My heart was being squeezed; every ounce of love it had for anything was being extracted from it.

It was turning cold, lifeless. Plain. Blank.

Every ounce of feeling, of emotion, was gone. My brain was devoid of all thoughts except one; one last, desperate plead, one that I poured the remnants of my shattered heart into.

Please...please bring him back...

Please....

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Word Count: 1410.

Yes, people. I killed him.

I killed Plagg.

I am ready for the onslaught of angry comments, but all I will say is this;

Happy Easter in advance! 😆