Marinette's POV

I sat in my pitch black, darkened room. It was a Friday night; three days ago I had told Adrien my feelings for him. My parents had already gone to bed after desperately trying to get me to come downstairs for dinner. I refused. I really hadn't been in the mood to talk to anyone, and I know my parents were bound to start conversations I wouldn't want to hold. I hadn't eaten for these past few days— you could say I was somewhat starving myself, just a little. I was neglecting my health, but eating became more of a responsibility instead of something I enjoyed. I knew that what I was doing to myself was wrong, and that I could hurt myself in the long run if I continued to go without food...

But I honestly didn't care.

Alya, Nino, and even the blonde himself had sent me messages, some asking if I was alright, and some with apologies. I ignored them all. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. Monday I would have to be at school whether I wanted to see them or not. But, I planned on that not lasting long either. I sat in my bed with my laptop on my lap as I attempted to watch a movie to distract my rampant thoughts. It'd been a long evening already simply just by removing Adrien's face off of my walls. All of his pictures where in the garbage bin now, and it made me feel a bit better. Exhausted, Tikki nestled against my neck as she too focused on the DVD playing.

"Marinette?" Tikki's small voice echoed out hesitantly.

I lowered the volume of the movie just a tad so that I could hear her more clearly. "Yes, Tikki?" I replied.

"Are you okay?" Tikki asked softly, and after a moment added, "Like for real okay?"

I paused the movie. Maybe it wouldn't be as distracting as I hoped it would be. Sighing, I shifted slightly in my bed. "Well, not exactly."

Tikki put her tiny paw on my cheek to try and comfort me. "Hey, it's okay. I'm always here for you, Mari. And you know you can always talk to me about anything that's on your mind." Tikki paused, as if somewhat hesitant to continue, but nonetheless added, "But, you know you're going have to move on at some point, right? You can't dwell on something like this for the rest of your life."

I groaned at that thought.

How?

How could I move on?

No matter how much I wanted to hate Adrien, butterflies still fluttered in my stomach whenever I thought of his name. And that wasn't fair! "Thank you, Tikki." I tried to smile, genuinely smile, but, to no avail, failed miserably. "But, I think it will be impossible to move on..."

Tikki frowned slightly. "Mari, that kind of attitude will get you no where."

I was not in the mood to get a scolding from my kwami. "Well, what kind of attitude do you expect me to have, Tikki!?" I raised my voice slightly, setting my laptop aside as I forcefully pulled the covers off of me and jumped out of bed. I looked down at my kwami who had flown off my shoulder to find safe haven in my sheets. "Do you expect me to have some kind of positive attitude?!" I added, staring down at her, annoyed.

Tikki shook her head and raised her little paws in a surrendering manner to try and calm me down. "No, of course not! But you need to eat, Marinette! This isn't healthy at all! You're loosing weight and it's worrying me! You can at least try to—"

"Don't you think I already have?!" I cut her off once again, furious at what I was hearing. "I've tried to forget the stupid blonde who sits in front of me, but how can I possibly do that when I still have feelings for him?! And I know he'll never feel the same..."

Tikki stayed quiet for a moment before she spoke softly, "Marinette, I'm just trying to help—"

"Well stop!" I madly interrupt her, "Stop trying to help! I don't need your help or anyone else's!"

The kwami flinched at my shouting. "But, Mari—"

"No! I said stop!" I continue to shout. "Just leave me alone!"

Tikki sadly hung her head low. "As you wish, Marinette." She almost whispered, before zipping off into the direction of my bathroom, penetrating through the door and out of view. Frustrated, I threw myself back into the comfort of my duvet, internally scolding myself as I held balled my fists into my own hair.

Why did I have to be so cruel to the one being who was only trying to help?

The stress was eating me alive.

I was just so done. Done with my friends, done my family, done with being Ladybug, done with him...

I was just so done with life.

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I'm so terrible. Poor Mari. Poor Tikki. Poor you.

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