Marinette sat in the kitchen of her apartment crying. Her hands were becoming sticky with the red liquid that was starting to clot.

She wasn't strong enough. She wasn't who everyone thought she was. She wasn't Ladybug, not really. Ladybug was a fake anymore. Marinette didn't even know if she could really feel how she pretended.

Nothing helped. Not even Tikki's words of encouragement could make her feel. Yes, she would fake a smile for her, but it was never real anymore.

Today, Marinette had decided to watch the blood pool on the floor. To see how long it would take that pool to clot.

She wondered.

She wondered how big the puddle could get.

She wondered what shape it would take.

She wondered if anyone would care.

She wondered if she would really be missed.

She wondered how long it would take to find her.

She wanted to see.

Marinette wanted to see if anyone would notice that she skipped all her classes.

She wanted to see if it would matter.

She wanted to see if anyone really cared.

She wanted to see if see had any real friends.

She wanted to feel.

She wanted to feel emotion like she use to. She wanted to see how that razor blade would feel on her arms, on her legs... on her neck.

One.

One cut.

One last tear.

One small blade.

One quick breath.

One final movement.

One fleeting moment.

One less person.

One more death.

She didn't know.

She didn't know she was on the watch list.

She didn't know that someone would run out of his class to see her.

She didn't know that he would run to her the second saw her.

She didn't know he would throw her blade across the room, just to keep it away from her.

She didn't know how much he wanted to save her.

She didn't know he started crying.

She didn't know he loved her too.

He didn't know.

He didn't know, he didn't know he would be too late.

He didn't know she hurt for him to be with her.

He didn't know that this was his last time being too late for her.

But he does love her...

And she loved him...

Even without the happily ever after

The end.