With every day that passes my love for you doesn't fade, instead it intensives. This flame is far from burning out.

~ Adrien ~

It's been 62 days and counting since I left the ring at Mari's house.

London is full of life, unlike me.The very regular rain that falls by my window is very much a embodiment of my sorrow. A fake smile is all I can pull off.

There's an angry Monster in side me that wants to rip free any moment, a monster that wants to cause mayhem on anyone who gets in my way. Especially upon the Orchestrator of my depression. My father.

But there's also a small hint of light that once in a while calms me down. A light that reassures me that Mari is okay and that maybe. Just maybe. There's hope for us.

Two months is a long time, and in that time I'd done multiple photoshoots with the top professionals in the country. My father's joy is overwhelming. He hasn't been this proud since Mother was around. Not to my amazement, this joy is most likely caused by the fact that I have a girl modelling partner, 'Isabelle'. He secretly yet not so secretly try's to match make us. Not to be overlooked I say. I must keep a watchful eye on him.

The sun beams down on London very early in the morning, and I'm welcomed with breakfast in bed by my very kind and innocent maid. She a sweet lady and I do hope that my father treats her well. She's been serving me breakfast everyday for 62 days, yet I don't bring it in me to have a full conversation.

" Thank you" I say shyly.

She nods her head and places the tray on my side table and exits the room quietly.
I go straight to the food. As I reach for my plate I see a piece of paper.

"Excuse me Madem" I say loudly so she can hear me from outside. But there's no answer. I carefully yet surly pull the paper from under my plate. It's an envelope . I examine its outside content. My eyes squint as I try to read it. Its in French.. I'm not use to reading French since i've been in England. The writing is delicate, small and it has a little craftsmanship like beauty. I'm confused yet willing to rip it open. Yet it looks fragile so I begin to slowly open it. The paper is little worn and torn, therefore I open it even more carefully. At this stage I'm still unclear as to who its from. But I know its from Paris.

Then my mouth goes dry.

My eyes get wetter.

I stumble at my feet and fall back onto the bed.

It can't be. No way.

Hello Adrien,

Its day 1 of writing to you. I've decided to write a letter every day. This gesture might not be what you were excepting. It might be completely inappropriate of me to assume that you want to receive love letters from an person of your past. However this void in my heart is only getting bigger, and I would regret not still pursuing this feeling deep inside that tells me that I'm incredibly and hopelessly in love with you.

Tears slides down both my cheeks. I scrunch up my nose and reach for a tissue.

You would think that I've given up, but that night on the bridge... you were there. You gave me strength even if you dint release it.With every day that passes my love for you doesn't fade, instead it intensives. This flame is far from burning out. Even if you don't write back I'm going to leave it up to fate that you are reading them.

And at that moment I stood up, pacing my room, I drop the letter to my side and wipe the tears with my other hand. I crouch to the grounds in a ball and let out a screech. I continue to read.

Ive haven't been doing well, when I received the ring..... I wasn't in control of my body. I was in utter turmoil.
Whilst crying I ran to the door and wanted to run. I wanted to run somewhere and scream. But my dad caught me. I kicked free and in the process hurt my dad. my world became dark. My eyes began to close. My mum had injected something into my neck. Sleeping was all I can do. My mum said the doctor gave them to help me relax and calm down after the knowledge of me getting into panic attacks and having hilinations. I've promised myself to write these letters, tell you what my life will consist off. I will continue as long as I have to. Even if that's for months, even years. I love Adrien, I always will.

Love your Marrinette xx

I sit back. Take a deep breathe. My Mari had written me a letter..... she wrote the date.. it was 62 days ago! Wheres my other letters? I get up quickly and scan my room frantically. My maid! She gave it to me!? She must have the others!

I must find that maid.

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