Is it a pity or a forbidden love ?
She was saved by a young man in his late 20s when she was at her most desperated moment. At first he saved her because she was reminded of his little sister.
She's a Hunted and he's a Wanted.
Is there even a slight...
Marinette's world shattered the moment she found herself standing over the lifeless body of a man, the metallic tang of blood thick in the air. Panic surged through her veins as she realized what had happened: she had killed him.
Her mind raced as she tried to piece together what had led to this moment. It had been self-defense, she knew that much. But would anyone believe her?
The police arrived soon after, their suspicions palpable as they handcuffed Marinette and led her away. She was interrogated for hours on end, the weight of their accusatory stares bearing down on her like a heavy yoke.
Days turned into weeks as Marinette languished in her cell, the walls closing in around her with each passing moment. Her family never visited, their absence a stark reminder of the fractured relationships that had plagued her life.
But amidst the darkness, a glimmer of hope emerged in the form of Detective Mr. Jeann. He believed in her innocence, tirelessly working to uncover the truth and clear her name.
As the days stretched into months, Marinette found herself forging unlikely alliances within the confines of her prison cell. She learned to fight, both physically and mentally, drawing strength from the camaraderie of her fellow inmates.
In the dimly lit jail cell, Marinette sat on her bunk, her thoughts swirling with worry and fear. Her fellow inmate, a woman with a reassuring presence, sat beside her, offering a sympathetic ear.
"Marinette, I can see you're struggling," the woman said softly, her voice tinged with concern. "But I want you to know, you're not alone in this."
Marinette looked up, grateful for the warmth in her friend's eyes. "It's just... everything feels so overwhelming sometimes," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Her friend reached into the pocket of her worn-out jacket, producing a small, delicate necklace with a dark red gemstone dangling from it. "Here," she said, pressing the necklace into Marinette's hand. "This might help."
Marinette studied the necklace, the gemstone catching the faint light filtering through the cell window. "What is it?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.
"It's a special necklace," her friend explained. "When you wear it, it'll glow and help calm you down when your feelings get too intense. Think of it as a little piece of comfort to carry with you."
Tears welled up in Marinette's eyes as she clutched the necklace to her chest. "Thank you," she whispered, feeling a rush of gratitude for her friend's kindness.
Her friend smiled softly, placing a hand on Marinette's shoulder. "Remember," she said gently, "you need to stay calm at all times. Don't let your emotions cloud your judgment. You know what could happen if things get out of control."
As Marinette slipped the necklace around her neck, she felt a sense of determination washed over her. She would heed her friend's words, using the necklace as a reminder to stay grounded in even the most challenging of circumstances.
And then, on the day of her release, Marinette stood before the judge, her heart pounding in her chest as she awaited his verdict. The evidence was clear: she had acted in self-defense. And thanks to the hard work of Detective Mr. Jeann, the truth had finally come to light.
Tears welled up in Marinette's eyes as the judge declared her innocent, the weight of the world lifting from her shoulders in an instant. She was free, vindicated in the eyes of the law.
Marinette stepped out of the courthouse, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension. She had been acquitted, but the ordeal had taken its toll on her. As she walked down the street, her thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her, quickening with each passing moment. Fear gripped her heart as she glanced over her shoulder to see a man with a gun in his hand, his face contorted in anger.
"Hey, you there! Stop!" he shouted, leveling the gun at Marinette.
Marinette froze in terror, her mind racing as she searched for an escape route. Just as the man's finger tightened on the trigger, a figure darted out from a nearby alley, knocking Marinette out of harm's way.
It was a young man with striking blue eyes and a determined expression on his face. He swiftly disarmed the assailant, sending the gun clattering to the ground.
"Are you okay?" the young man asked, his voice urgent as he helped Marinette to her feet.
Marinette nodded, her heart still pounding in her chest. "Thank you," she managed to say, her voice shaking with relief.
The young man nodded, his gaze scanning the alley for any sign of danger. "We need to get out of here," he said, his tone urgent.
Together, they made their way through the labyrinthine streets of the city, the young man keeping a vigilant watch for any sign of trouble. As they reached a secluded alleyway, they finally stopped to catch their breath.
"Thank you for saving me back there, I'm Marinette,may I know your name?" Marinette said, her voice filled with gratitude.
The young man smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "No need to thank me. Just glad I could help. Anyways you can call me Claude. But I'm not a good person either. I kill people, you need to stay away from me."
As they stood there, Marinette couldn't shake the feeling that there was something different about the young man. She didn't know who he was, but she felt a sense of gratitude and connection to him.
"I should get going," Marinette said, breaking the silence that had settled between them.
The young man nodded, his expression unreadable. "Take care of yourself."
With that, he disappeared into the shadows, leaving Marinette alone with her thoughts.
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