And then I was suddenly floating in a void of free gravity.

Pain bloomed on my back from where I had hit the water, pushing the air I had held in my lungs out in a short burst of bubbles that rose over my head. I stretched out my hand, numb fingers desperately trying to grasp for a sign of hope that was rapidly slipping away from me.

The pressure on my chest threatened more and more to crush me as the silver light of the surface grew dimmer and farther away. The lack of oxygen made my head feel light and full of clouds as my lungs scream at me for something to fill them.

I could hear a low humming through the void, likely the engines of boats and cruised calmly through here under the moonlight, tonight unaware of the drowning boy beneath them.

How I wanted so hard just to scream in frustration.

But it was getting harder and harder to move my body as the the icy void drained away my energy. I bit down on my lips and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to ignore my lungs that cried out to me in agony for me to take a breath.

Have you ever felt so close to death? So helpless to its grasp and powerless against its might?

The most annoying part? What makes me feel like kicking myself? It's the image of her smile that lit up in my mind, so happy, so innocent and so kind.

I couldn't tell if I was crying or not.

In my last moments before I die, all I can think about is the girl that will never love me back. How can I be so sure of that? Well it's obvious isn't it. Marinette only has eyes for Adrien now... and I hate him for it.

I loath him for it. I despise him with every single cell in my body. Can he have any more? Throughout my life, I've only ever wanted one thing— Marinette to love me.

But as if Adrien can't have enough already, he takes her too.

I tried to open my eyes, to maybe see a last glimpse of the surface, of the world above to where she is now probably in her room, finishing off that sketch of a dress she was designing today in class. But my vision was blurred and spotted like the broken lens of a camera.

Then I couldn't hold my lips together anymore and icy water filled my lungs. It hurt— a lot. But somehow, an overwhelming feeling of acceptance coursed through my body.

There's no way I'm going to survive, so why struggle? No point in going back to a Marinette that doesn't want you. Doesn't need you when she has someone so much better.

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A/N: aah thought I'd republish an old idea I had for a miraculous fanfiction 🥺💓 Not sure if I'd ever finish it, but I still like it so here- :)