Adrien groaned as he stared at the blank ceiling. He missed her. It was like she was dead again. He turned his head and looked at her clock. 2:21 am. He sighed and sat up, flinching at the sight. Marinette, in her outfit when they were 15 with a hole in her chest. She sat next to him as he squeezed his eyes shut. "Y-You're not real!" He held his hair.

"Adrien," she held his face and he opened his eyes. "I'm real. You killed me, remember? I'm dying in the hospital right now." She smiled and his eyes filled with terror.

"No! She's not dead!"

"But she's getting there," Marinette smiled, blood seeping out of her nose, mouth and eyes. Tears streamed down his face. "You have to make it up to her, for hurting her."

"H-How?" He pleaded. She smirked.

"You have to be dead on the outside."

"K-Kill myself?" She nodded. Tears streamed down his face and she sweetly smiled at him. He sighed and walked to the kitchen, finding a knife. He held it to his arm and looked at her. She nodded and he looked down. It pierced his skin and blood seeped out onto his arm.

"Adrien stop!" He looked up. He saw the wish. The good Marinette. The one who sent him to redo everything that he's fucked up. He looked at the guilt Marinette, she squeezes his arm. He winces. "You don't need to do this!"

"Yes I do! It's all my fault she's-"

"No! It's not! You hurt her but that's no ones fault but fate!" She yelled, the aura around her growing brighter.

"Don't listen to her! It's all your fault," the Guilt whispered in his ear. A shiver went down his spine. "You have to do this Adrien. You know you do. Just one, long slit down your arm and all will be fine," her voice as smooth as silk. "Just, die."

"Adrien no!" He looked at Good. "This isn't the way. You know that she'll be okay. That she'll forgive you! That she'll love you back!" Her voice, not as smooth. More rugged. Maybe because she's telling what he feels.

"Kill yourself." Guilt grabbed the knife on his hand and he looked at her. He looked at the knife and slide it down with her.

"Adrien! Don't!" He looked at her. He couldn't decide. "Don't kill yourself. You need to live for her. She loves you and you love her, she just needs to stop thinking so lowly of herself!"

He looked at the blade. He wanted to die but needed to live. It already was a tiny cut. Maybe, an inch big. He bit his lip and shakily put the knife down. He needed an even balance between the two. Either one of the other had to much control. "Just leave me alone!" Adrien shouted and they both disappeared into smoke. He walked into the bathroom and dressed his cut. He went back to sleep in her bed.