Adrien's POV:
I was steamed. No, I was livid.
I did not understand why Felix would say what he did.
I mean it.
It was like my cousin, did not understand how much Marinette means to me.
I never stopped thinking about her.
Believe me, I tried.
Nothing worked, I sighed.
Ugh, Felix was wrong.
Time would not heal my wound.
Time was the cause of my troubles.
It was all due to her being in a different time than me.
I never believed that ridiculous statement, "Time heals all wounds, or in time you will get over it."
Ha, it is not possible.
I was sad, and angry all at once.
I sat on my bed and sulked.
I did not wish to speak to him.
I never wanted his help again.
It was not as if he fixed anything.
Nothing would fix it.
Yep, it was the end of the world as I knew it.
I wept. I wrote a letter that I could never send to her. It explained how I felt in it, yet I was not sure I could ever bring myself to dispose of it.
I tucked it into an envelope, wrote her name on it, and hid it in my sock drawer.
I sat there unsure what to make of my crazy day.
Find out more as the story continues in Chapter 8
bye-bye, little owlets!
-Summer out!
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She Comes from Another Time by Summer Cheng
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