Well, I thought today was Sunday, that's why I'm updating this late-. Well, I still technically updated on time :>

Anyway, I do hope that you don't kill me after this chapter :D!!

(Try to) Enjoy!

WARNING: Threats of Self Harm & Blood

Zoey's downfall had taught Adrien something.

You can't wait so long to do something, or you may never get another chance.

He wiped his tear-stained cheeks, more tears creating the same stain. Plagg was quiet as well, not even prying Adrien for more camembert, even if he was hungry.

Adrien never thought it was humanly possible to feel so down all the time, and how his father was not feeling a drop of guilt for shooting Zoey.

Also, the fact that he had forced Adrien to be a fake witness for Quinton shooting Zoey.

Quinton had made the mistake of grabbing the gun out of his father's hands, his fingerprints then evident on the weapon. The camera batteries in the grand hall of his house were dead since there was no more assistant to switch them out for new ones.

He could have stood up, and he should have. But at the time, his lips were bleeding, his legs and back were bruised, his arms were sore, and he couldn't hear a single word that had come out of his mouth.

But, keeping his crush a secret from Marinette was now something he could control.

He showered and ran over in his head what he was going to say to Marinette. He styled his hair and made sure to wash his face, making sure to look as presentable as possible. He put on his freshly pressed clothing, and after Plagg gave him a silent nod, he snuck down the stairs.

Over the past months, all of the life was drained out of the house, leaving an empty concrete structure. His footsteps echoed throughout the house, and the only other evident sound was the faint echoing sounds from outside.

He reached to the door, the harsh sunlight causing him to shield his eyes. He hadn't been outside in a week, avoiding school, and everyone, during the time. He snuck around to the side of the mansion, heading to the rose bushes near his mother's statue.

He picked up the fully bloomed scarlet one, smiling slightly, as it reminded him of the flower he had given Ladybug. That was a long time ago, though; it was right before the peak of the destruction of his mental health.

He drove to his school, parking among the other cars; each of them belonging to the teachers or other wealthy students. He slammed the door, sucking in a breath as he walked back to the front of the school.

He spot Marinette from the corner of his eye, immediatly pivoting to run up to her. "Hey, Marinette," Adrien whispered; he had tried to have an enthusiastic tone, but it came out in a muffled whisper.

"Adrien!" -she turned around- "Oh my goodness, are you alright?" She sighed, "I heard about that guy with the gun... I haven't really had time to check if-" "No, Marinette don't stress," -he smiled genuinely- "I promise, I'm good."

"Thank you," she smiled, giving him a quick hug. "Now that you're back at school," -she pulled out a piece of paper- "There are many things the four of us have to do."

He laughed, "That is?" "We must meet up at lunch, and you're going to have to chat with us for at least 15 minutes," -she smiled- "Because we missed so much from your absence."

Adrien was truly touched that his friends cared so much about his presence, but he still always felt like an outsider when he was with them. "Something wrong?" she bounced up and down, Adrien snapping out of his train of thought.

"No, nothing everything is fine," -he breathed- "I'm just a bit sleepy." "Oh?" -she giggled, grabbing his arm- "Why are you sleepy? Have you not been getting enough?"

"Well..." he thought for a second. How could he have told her that he was up all night thinking of the perfect confession?

***

"Adrien!" The rain started to poor, Marinette's voice echoing. The gray clouds covered up the sun, Marinette rushing over to the drenched boy. "Adrien! You're freezing - and soaked!" -she scolded as he laughed- "Come under my umbrella!"

He grabbed the umbrella, holding it up high enough so they could both stand under it. "I- You wanted to talk to me?" she looked up at him, both of them practically hugging.

"I, yes," -he stepped out from under the umbrella- "I needed to ask you something," he mumbled, her eyes widening. He pulled out the scarlet rose from before, the pedals darkening as the water droplets hit.

"I-I know it's not-" "Wow! Is this from your garden," -she smiled, grabbing it- "It's gorgeous." Marinette smiled, blushing slightly; this reminded her over the rose Chat Noir had given her. He smiled, "I suppose so." He then immediatly mentally slapped himself; that was the perfect opportunity to say she was gorgeous.

"I-I have been practicing these words over and over," -he tried to speak with confidence- "But it's no use when it comes to the real thing."

She stood under the umbrella, still looking directly at him. "I-I promised I wouldn't waste another minute, because you never know that last time that I could hear your sweet voice, or even get a chance to..."

"To...?" she whispered, him clenching his fist. "To say that I have fallen for you Marinette! I'm sorry if this ruins everything - but I couldn't take it anymore thinking about the fact I could have never gotten to say these words to you," he breathed heavily.

"I-I think that you're and amazing seamstress! And you're smile, it lights up the entire room, brighter than the sun itself. And you're hair - it's as beautiful as the night silhouetting into the sky."

"Adrien-"

"A-And you laugh, it makes me smile, even when it seems impossible to. I wish I could have not risked our entire friendship with saying these words, but I truly would rather kill myself than not have the chance to even try to see if there is a spark between us."

She looked down. "T-That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me," a single tear dropped down her cheek. He looked up, "Does that mean...?"

"Adrien, I'm so sorry. But saying those words, cannot be as hard as saying these..."

"I'm in love with someone else."

His heart dropped, and shattered into millions of pieces, but it wasn't too much of a surprise. How could a girl like Marinette fall for a depressed boy as himself?

"I suppose that's obvious," -he sucked in a breath- "I'm sorry for putting you in such an awkward situation... I'll see you around Marinette."

***

Adrien thrust his ring off, throwing it onto the floor in deep frustration. He finally felt what it was truly like to have no happiness; no sense of wanting to live anymore, in his life.

Was it time? Oh yes, could he end it all right now? Yes. And was anyone going to stop him?

No.

Last time you checked, Ladybug is busy yelling at your stupidity.

Your father is practically beating you every time your breathe too loud.

Marinette was the girl you loved, and you just ruined your friendship.

Zoey, your psychiatrist, and an amazing person, is now relying on a million tubes to keep her alive.

Quinton, the other person you loved like a father, is now in jail for your own father's crime.

And, last time you checked, who's going to miss you?

Not them.

Not anyone else.

He grabbed his knife, then throwing it into the wall.

Marinette. Her voice echoed through his mind. How could he willingly give up everything, and never see her again?

No. Even if she hated him, he loved her.

He grabbed the knife once more, pressing it against his chest.

He stopped.

He pressed it to his wrist, closing his eyes. The blade had sank into his wrist, blood running down his arms.

Had he deserved this? Yes, he really did. Adrien did.

ADRIEN. NO. BAD ADRIEN. I...I hope you know what Adrien was doing. I really hope no one ever reaches this sad that they would think to do this to themselves. IF ANY OF YOU READING THIS ARE THINKING OF THIS REMEMEBER THAT I LOVE YOU AND PLEASE DO NOT DO IT :(

On that charming note, I'll see you all next week. Stay tuned :)