Marinette - Ladybug
I felt Chat Noir curl tightly around me as his breaths became even. I can't believe I was able to drag Chat Noir into my trapdoor and onto my bed. He was shivering but sweating at the same time, so I pulled a blanket over us as I begged him to answer me. But, right now, I am just glad he is okay.

Chat Noir nuzzles me and heat rises to my cheek. I wonder why I blamed Chat Noir and let him erase my memory of that fateful day. I used to pretend I was pushing back the memory away when it wasn't even there in the first place.

"Chat." I say as his arms tighten around me.

"Princess?" Chat mumbles sleepily.

"Chat, wake up." I say, "I need to talk to you."

Chat Noir's eyes pop open. His cheeks turn bright red but he doesn't move. Instead he props his green eyes to face my own blue ones. I move my hands to pet his hair hoping it would calm him. I get quiet purrs instead. I smile, was Chat Noir always this adorable?

"Did you erase my memory?" I ask curiously.

Chat Noir turns away to hide his face in my neck as he says, "Yes."

"Did I ask you to do it?"

"Yes, even I am not that selfless enough to do it without you asking me to."

"Why did I?" I say not believing that. I couldn't do that to Chat Noir, leave him all alone with the pain. My kitty couldn't handle that. But, somehow, Chat Noir did. He survived even with me, the one to leave him all alone, being angry at him.

"I can't tell you." Chat says numbly.

I nod understanding that if he tells me it might cause a trigger for me to remember it all. Even if I ask to remember it all, I know Chat Noir wouldn't let me. He has been through too much just for letting me to be okay. To live without the pain, the memory of that fateful day.

"Why did you?" I say as I continue to pet Chat Noir.

"Anything for you, M'lady." Chat Noir says numbly like he is about to sob all over again.

"Chat." I say as Chat Noir turns his eyes on me, "What is wrong with you?"

Chat Noir raises his eyebrows at me. Realizing what I said, I'm surprised that Chat Noir isn't offended at all. He seems relaxed but I still freak out about the way it came out.

"I mean, you have been though so much and something has to be wrong with you. I mean, uh." I pause as I try to get my muddled thoughts together, "You know you can't be fine, Chat. So, what's wrong?"

"Well, I have PTSD, post traumatic stress disorder." Chat says honestly as shock and pity for him registers on my face, "I just had an attack. I'm sorry you had to see that. It is more of my fault because I haven't taken my pills in awhile, because I thought I have been doing so well without them at least in my opinion. Over all I'm doing really good now, so need to pity me or feel bad for yourself for not being there."

"Was there someone to help?" I ask and beg the universe that he would say 'yes.'

"Yeah, my therapist." Chat Noir says he turns away like he is embarrassed to say it, like it isn't okay that he needed someone to make it through, "I tried to avoid talking to her thinking that not talking about it will make it all go away. I think I need to talk about it now, though."

"Who is your therapist? I'm sorry for triggering an attack."

"Don't worry it isn't your fault, anything could be a trigger. The new guardian is my therapist. You gave her the box after you—" Chat Noir immediately freezes but then calms down, "Don't worry you trust her."

I nod numbly and I yawn as I ask one last question, "How long have you had it?"

"Surprisingly sometime before I was even Chat Noir, but it was so minor I just thought it was normal." Chat Noir says closing his eyes, "It slowly got worse, until even I knew something was wrong with me. Then that day happened and I was never the same."

I am about to ask something else, but then we fall asleep in each other's arms.

• Time Skip •

I wake up and I don't feel Chat Noir next to me. Instead I turn see a thank you note taped on my wall. I smile at the note as I read it:

Hey Princess,
Thank you for letting me stay with you,
And you for forgiving me.
I had the best sleep I had in awhile all thanks to you!
I'm sorry you had see me freak out,
But thank you for being there and comforting me through it.
Thanks you Purrincess!
-Chat Noir

I turn back and close my eyes to think. I think about Chat Noir, he seems to have taken over my mind. I can't believe that he has PTSD. I can't believe I let my memories be cataclysmed. I can't believe I left Chat Noir all alone when he has sacrificed so much for me.

"Marinette!" My kwami says, "You are going to be late for school."

I nod sleepily and respond, "I need some time to think. I feel so awful, Tikki. Why did I do that? Let Chat Noir get traumatized like that all alone..."

"Chat Noir is good now, he is even thriving." Tikki says, "He is now doing even better with you on his side."

"I guess so." I say as I slowly get out of bed. I immediately miss the warmth of my bed. I look to see the time. My eyes widen and I become a crazy woman as I hurry from side of my room to the other.

I run down the stairs and out the door. I can't believe I'm late! I slept so good, but I did have a lot on my mind. I run into my classroom. I am disappointed to see Mr. Damocles instead of Mrs. Bustier and Adrien Agreste's seat empty.

I head to my seat as Alya whispers, "Girl, your hair looks so pretty down."

"Oh." I whisper touching my hair but then I smile, "Thanks. Where is Mrs. Bustier and Adrien Agreste?"

"Something came up for the both of them." Alya whispers back.

Worry fills me after what I hear Chat Noir has been going through. But, I have no need to worry. I still do. It is like I always need to be worrying and running around. I need a break. Maybe, I can challenge Max to some video games.

I take deep breath and take out my notebook. My mind drags to Chat Noir. What is he doing now? Is he okay? Before I know it, I have drawn a picture of the super heroine. I sigh and take out my tablet.

I search, 'what is PTSD?'

Curiosity seems to get the best of me. I haven't been this distracted in school in like forever. I groan. Maybe, if I just knew what happened I could help Chat. The gap in my mind is bothering me.

I mean, what happened to us? But it happened, and it teared us apart. I wish I could go back in time and fix it. But whatever happened needed to happen.

No matter how I wish it never happened.

A/N
Merry Christmas!! I hope whoever has PTSD will better Christmas then all of you! Anyone else with mental illnesses, like an anxiety or eating disorder, keep going I believe in you!

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