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Chapter 1

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Marinette should know that heartbreak always comes when you least expect it. For example, she least expects it when she gets off the elevator at the top of the Eiffel Tower. She doesn't expect Luka's face to not break into a smile when he sees her. And she never expects what he says to her.

"Good evening, Marinette," he says to her, leaning against the railing. He doesn't meet her eye, instead looking over the city, only lit by the lights in windows.

"Hi, Luka. Is everything okay?" Marinette replies. She notices the sadness in his eyes, the stoop of his shoulders. She notices everything about him.

"Yeah...," he replies. He finally stands up straight, and looks down at her. Blue meeting blue. "Well, no. I have something to tell you, Marinette."

Without thinking, Marinette pulls him into a tight hug, flinging her arms over his shoulders. "Whatever it is, I can help you, Luka."

He doesn't hug her back. He simple grabs her wrists, and pulls them back down from around him.

"I think we should break up, Marinette."

Marinette's blood runs cold in her veins. Her breath gets hitched in her throat, and her hands tremble.

"W-What?"

"I just want to focus on my music," Luka says, turning away from her and out to the Paris skyline. "I want to travel and chase my dreams. I want to see the world!"

"Why can't I be apart of that dream?"

He turns back towards her. "I just can't love two things at once. Music is my world, Marinette, and we're just high schoolers."

"Luka..."

"I'm sorry, Marinette. It's over."

With that, he leaves. Marinette isn't sure what to do next. She has the whole night, yet she is alone. She leans on the railing, tears pooling in her eyes. Luka has left her.

Without thinking, she dials Alya's number. In the second ring, she picks up.

"What's up, girl?"

Marinette opens her mouth to reply, but only a garbled sound comes out. Tears stream down her face, hot and wet.

"Marinette?"

"Alya," Marinette manages between sobs. "Luka broke up with me."

"Oh, Marinette," Alya sighs, voice dropping. "You should come over, I think I have ice cream."

"That would be nice."

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