Marinette and Chat arrived home. 

He was sad again. He can't let her take care of him for a week or more! 

"Kitty cat," she sat down next to him and hugged him over the shoulder. "Stop worrying yourself,"

"But..-" Chat said, but was cut off by Marinette. "No. Stop. Whatever you're going to say, don't. If you're worried that you're going to be a burden I need to tell you, my best friends are never a burden to me,"

He sighed. She always knew what was going on in his mind. 

"But..-" she looked at him with a dead glare, so he rather shut up.

"I'm going to get some cookies. Bring them up in a few," she said, poking him playfully in the arm, trying to cheer him up.

She knew it was hard for him, but she didn't mind spending a week or so with him, no matter how much bothered her.

"Oh there you are, Marinette," Sabine said. "You have someone to babysit,"

She pulled Manon from behind her and Marinette nearly dropped the plate with cookies. This should be interesting. 

"Hi, Mari!" she exclaimed and stole a cookie from her plate. 

"Manon!" Marinette shouted, so Chat could hear. Well hoped he could hear. 

"Let's play with Ladybug dolls again," Marinette's face made a weird expression. Chat already knew she had dolls of them, but this would be even weirder.

"Uhh what about going outside?" Marinette asked. 

"No! You promised," Manon crossed her arms on her chest and Sabine looked at her daughter with a look at said 'do as you promised'. 

She sighed and nodded. She took Manon and a plate of cookies upstairs. She hoped Chat somehow hid himself. 

She entered the room carefully, so she went first and stopped Manon on the stairs. When she didn't see him, she let Manon in her room. 

Chat was hiding on her bed, putting covers as she did the night before. Nobody could see him unless they climbed on the bed. 

"Where are the dolls?" Manon asked. 

"I-I .. I'm gonna go get them," she said, before climbing onto bed. She put a plate of cookies to Chat, so he wouldn't be hungry. But he didn't feel like eating.

"Dolls?" Chat wispered. When he realized what Manon meant, he silently groaned. "I have so much blank space in my mind because of them,"

"I know, but I need to play with Manon," she wispered back. "They are behind you,"

"Who are you talking to, Mari?" Manon asked from downstairs. 

"Myself. I need to remember where I put them," she nervously laughed. 

"Can I look?" she asked. Marinette's eyes went wide.

"NO!" she exclaimed. Chat looked at her boringly. She was the worst at the tight situations. 

'They are behind you!' she mouthed to him, so he turned around and took the dolls and gave them to her. 

'Read another book' she mouthed again.

'Meet a better hook? What?' he mouthed back. 

She waved with her hand and shook her head at his mouth reading skills. 

He just silently laughed and took a book, he hadn't finished yet and started reading it again. 

"What were you doing up there?" Manon asked. "Is that anyone up there?" 

"Phah, you're really funny. I was just looking for dolls," Marinette lied. 

"I'm going to be Ladybug! And you will be Chat Noir!" she exclaimed and Marinette nearly choked. 

Chat's book automatically became uninteresting, so he secretly looked at them. 

"Uh okay," Marinette nodded and took a Chat Noir doll. 

They played for a while, when Manon said something that stopped both of their breathing. 

She pushed Ladybug doll near Chat Noir one. "I love you, Chat Noir!"

Marinette's mouth opened, just as Chat Noir's.

"Uh, Manon I don't think...-" Marinette didn't find words to describe this situation. She sighed and pushed Chat Noir doll to Ladybug one.

"I love you too,"

Manon started laughing. "But really do you think they are together?"

"I-I don't think so. Why are you asking?" Marinette chuckled nervously. 

"They'd look cute together," little girl stated. 

Chat Noir's mouth went dry. What Manon said really effected him, because he knew those words are never going to be meant for him. So why did he try?

He sighed and stopped watching the two girls. He picked up back the book he was reading. He always assumed she would've liked romantic books, but nothing that he found on the shelf was romantic. 

All the books she was reading were thrillers. Mostly detective books and mysteries. 

He was currently reading An evil mind by Chris Carter and he pretty much liked it. He had a lot of books in his personal library, but these weren't there. 

He was happy he found something he hadn't read already.

But somehow he couldn't concentrate on the book anymore. His thoughts wondered back to feeling useless and being a burden to Marinette. 

He had to get out. He slowly opened the trapdoor and climbed out. He tried to close it just as gently, but the wind loudly closed it shut.

Manon and Marinette looked at the trapdoor at the same time. 

"What was that?" Manon asked. 

"Wind probably," the older girl replied. He had to take time to himself and she knew it. So she didn't push it. 

Nadja, Manon's mother came for her three hours later and it was already seven p.m. but Chat still wasn't back. She sighed and said goodbye's to both, before walking towards her room. 

Tikki flew over to her and sat down on her shoulder. "Do you think he's alright?"

Her kwami looked at her worriedly. "I'm sure he's fine. He just needs a little time to himself. I mean he can't go home for a week or more," 

"I know, but I have a feeling I should get him," she sighed. Tikki nodded and soon Ladybug stood on Marinette's spot. 

She took off and searched the whole city, finding him at Love Lock (aka the bridge where Chloe rejected Kim ok??), staring at the water below him. 

He knew she was standing behind him, only making him to look into river again. Tears were going down his cheeks and he hated it.

He wanted to look strong infront of her. His lady. Will she ever see him the normal way again after this all ends?

"Chat..-" she placed a hand on his shoulder. He didn't reply. 

"I don't know how you feel but..-" "I love being here. In my opinion here is the place where you can feel the love the most. All these locks represent one couple, being happy together," he cut her off. He didn't need her pity. 

"Some are broken," he took one lock in his hand, which was broken on one side. "They say that if the lock is broken, the love is too, you know?"

She listened to him. Something in his voice told her he wanted to say something, but he couldn't get it out of him. He avoided eye contact. 

"And when you look at the locks, you think if you will ever get that perfect match to share a lock with," he said, finally looking into her eye. 

There was anger, worry, sadness and something she couldn't get. Maybe love?

It was weird. No tourists or anything was on that bridge whatsoever. Only him and her. Standing on the third most romantic place in Paris.

"Why are you telling me this?" 

"Honestly?"

"Yes,"

''Because I love you,"

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DAMN NUŠA AGAIN WITH THE CLIFFHANGERS ;D

love u too <3 *runs off bc she's scared af*