Mari's POV

I watch the scene in front of me unfold, like from a sick nightmare or a Stephen King novel.
I know I won't remember anything, or most things after this over, if it'll be over.

I can feel, hear, smell, even see but I can't move nor can I touch.
It feels like I'm floating in nothingness, my emotions feel stronger but I feel weak. It's like my body is fighting a virus but it's losing the battle.

I feel like a puppet. I watch the pain develop in Chat's eyes and I can feel my chest tighten when I found out he's Adrien and when he confesses to me, that he loves me.

How could he though? I caused this mess, my negativity might lead to the distraction of all of Paris.

Yet they're still fighting for me. Why though? I'm not worth fighting for. All I am is a mess, a coward, I only cause trouble. I just want them to let me disappear into oblivion but they won't do that. They're too kind for their own good.