Marinette

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Together we swung around Paris, laughing and taunting each other. It was one of the last times things were normal. One of the last times we were happy.

"You can't catch me, Bugaboo!" Chat called, catapulting on his stick. Ugh, pun not intended.

"Wanna bet?" I yelled back, swinging to reach him. We went on patrol every evening and morning, checking to make sure no one had been akumatized before I went off to school and he went to do... whatever it was he did during the day.

When I finally caught him, we settled on a rooftop, watching the sunrise. It hadn't been easy to adjust to such early mornings, but it was worth it. The sky was a blur of color, pinks, purples, yellows, and blues. They swirled together in the clouds around the blinding white sun.

I moved closer to Chat and he wrapped an arm around me. His proclamations of love had slowly come to a stop these past few months. I didn't think it was because he had moved on though. I could see it in his eyes. It was more that he had just accepted that this was what we were, at least for now. Teammates. Friends. Best friends, even.

We sat for a long time, taking in the rising sun. This had become my favorite thing in the world. Just... being with him. It felt like a break from everything. Eventually, we had to go. I watched him jump away on his stick, not knowing that this would be one of the last happy times in our lives.

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