The Curse of Love

Confessions

Marinette recoiled and curled in on herself, the sting of his words chipping away at her heart. "That isn't it! You say I don't know you at all, but you never accept my invitations to go on activities or dates! How can I get to know you better if you won't give me a chance?"

"Maybe I don't want to give you a chance. Have you ever considered that maybe I just want to be left alone?" He crossed his arms and said with finality, "Stop hounding me, Marinette. I can't stand groupies."

Marinette gasped in disbelief. Bristling at being called a groupie, her stomach churned unpleasantly, suddenly feeling the need to throw up. With her voice as even as she could muster, she uttered quietly, almost whispering, "R-right. As you wish. I won't bother you anymore, I promise." She turned away from him, hoping she could force one foot in front of the other despite the sudden feeling of lightheadedness. "Take care of yourself, Felix. Goodbye."

Felix sighed heavily in frustration as she walked away. He could have sworn he heard sniffling, but it must've just been his imagination.

Hours later after dark, Felix ran across the rooftops as Chat Noir, getting some light exercise before his patrol with Ladybug and, if he were to be completely honest with himself, to get away from his stuffy mansion. He paused on top of the bakery by the school, enjoying the delightful smells of foods he didn't allow himself to partake in, when he heard Marinette tearfully talking on the phone. That was odd. Why would she be crying at this hour?

"No... I'm not okay, but I will be eventually. It'll just take time." She sighed. "A lot of time." She paused, listening to the other side. "No... no, please don't confront him. He made it pretty clear that he doesn't want anything to do with me and I'm going to respect that."

Chat Noir became rooted to the spot. She was talking about Felix, about him, and the confession from earlier.

Marinette sighed and resumed tearfully, "Maybe he's right. Maybe I really don't know him at all. Maybe I've just deluded myself all this time because I thought I understood him a little. Oh, how could I have messed this up so badly? I should never have confessed! ...At least I know what he really thinks of me now. I've never seen him look at me that way, like I was the scum of the earth, like-" she choked down a sob. "Like I was lower than dirt! Like he hated me!"

Chat's heart dropped and he felt like he'd been dropped into a tub of ice water. Had his words really affected her that much? He didn't actually hate Marinette. She was a genuinely nice person, always helpful and cheerful, if a bit scatterbrained and lacking in punctuality. Still, the guilt settled uncomfortably in his gut and he felt slightly dizzy, his hands clammy underneath the suit. Part of him wanted to leave so he wouldn't have to endure hearing the rest of this conversation, but another part deep within knew he deserved the torture of hearing how much he'd hurt her.