Tears gradually continued to cloud his vision as he stumbled through the field of black and red roses. He stoped as his foot hit a large, hard object. Carefully he looked down and as soon as he saw what he hit, he adverted his gaze to the sky.

"Hey"

He whispered,

"I miss you"

Slowly he walked away, guilt building in his chest, from the tombstone that read.

'In loving memory of Marinette Dupain-Cheng, protector of Paris, daughter and friend of all'

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I know this is short but I promise something big in a few days. Love u all! -Robyn