Two years later..

- Mari -

"Girl!!!!! You are accepted to the top fashion school in France!!!!!!" Alya screams at me.

Im in shock. I never in a million years thought I would be accepted! Wait why me? My portfolio wasn't even that strong. It was relatively messy...

I take a deep breathe and try to calm myself down. But it seems like Alya is the one that needs to be relaxed the most.

" Soooooo' she managers to finally let out of her mouth after jumping up and down on my bedroom floor." Are you gonna accept it!?", she stares right into my soul.

I swallow deeply. Take a deep breathe. I feel her stare give me shivers down my spine. She's probably like this because she is also going to university/college In Paris. It would be amazing to both be in the same city. But—

I glance over to a small picture I have on my billboard.

A face that I had not glanced to for a while.

His face.

I blurt out and then look down in embarssment, " I also got accepted to the top fashion school in London"

Feels good to let it out.

"gurl" alya steps back and assesses the situation. She closes and opens her eyes and points her finger as if she is a teacher. " wait- no- really? Nahhhhh" she's talking to herself.

"Mari no" she pierces me with her sharp eyes"

I look up slowly and then glance my head towards the photo again.

It is as small as ever but it lights up my day like a thousands suns. That face.

That person.

Someone who is in London.

She looks angry now.

"He doesnt want to see you Mari' she says plainly.

Reality hurts doesn't it. What did I accept? I didn't let him explain. It's not even like he would write back.

Walking down the stairs to give my parents the letters was very difficult. I was so conflicted. I am clouded by my persistent lingering feelings for him. Its been two years. Two very very long years. I have tried dating. I went out with the girls many times to clubs and parties but no one could match him.

I take the final steps towards the living room, where I see them sitting at the sofa taking with Alya. I take a big gulp.

I feel my legs tremble and my hands shake.

"Dad, mum, I've been accepted to both"

Mum and I head in the car to school. She thought it was best to discuss my options with my tutor and principle. The room is big and daunting, im very rarely in trouble so I barely see this room.

"Marinette? I hear you have been accepted to London and Pairs fashion school?" My principle speaks in a cool tone.

" Yes I have"

" Lets discuss your thoughts? Sounds like a plan?" He asks.

I nod.

After what seems like forever I get up from my seat and head out the office with my mum. My mum walks ahead to fetch the car whilst I walk slowly after.I have a lot to think about.

As I walk down the vast corridors. I hear my tutor talking to some others in her classroom.

" He is doing so well-" I hear one murmer.
" So well, I hear he has he own brand? And multiple modelling gigs with high end perfumes?" Another says and giggles.
" Ahh yes. I heard he is expanding his career all over Europe"

I listen closer.

" Ahh Adrien Agreste was as always such a talented sudent"

I sink to my knees.

A waterfall of tears seem to flood out. I waddle back to my feet and drag them along the cold corridors. I hear laughter from the room but I can't smile.

I walk out the main doors and that's when I see Ad beyong Ad of my Adrien. Perfume, high end clothing, fencing, and even food!

Im suddenly surrounded my billboards, Bus posters and signs of him.

Have I been blocking him out this whole time?

And only now have I let him back in.

I love him.

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