Chat Noir lay on a park bench, it was dark and Ladybug had disappeared from the city of Paris. He lay there, motionless. He felt like a part of him was missing. The puzzle piece that completed the duo was gone. They were a team. They were a team. They were unstoppable. They were the heroes of Paris. But it wasn't like that anymore. Chat slammed his hand down on the park bench, letting out a pained cry.

"LADYBUG!"

Chat had always loved Ladybug, but when she disappeared, Marinette did also. And he had a revelation.

Ladybug was Marinette. And Marinette was Ladybug.

The clouds covered the moon, Chat lay there in complete darkness. He didn't know what to do anymore. All those times when Chat was trying to find out Ladybug's true identity, it was right there in front of him, in plain sight. Her hair. Her voice. Why didn't he see it? The girl who sat behind him in class. The girl who could barely speak when she was around him. It was her. It was always her. Chat closed his eyes tightly, his heart ached so much it felt as if he would never recover.

"My lady, why did you leave, why did you d-" Chat couldn't bring himself to say it. No. He couldn't say it just yet.

But what if he was right? What if that's what really happened to his lady?

No, stop thinking like that Adrien!

But I can't. It hurts too much.

Chat let out a yell of frustration into the night sky. Tears started to form in his emerald eyes.

She can't be, she just can't be, dead~ She was Ladybug

The clouds uncovered the full moon, the light shining on Chat Noir.

But then, the feeling of death and despair engulfed him...

"Chat Blanc

I am Hawk Moth,"

She lay on the floor in the corner of a dark room. Her bruise ridden body slumped up against the vertex of the walls. Her legs were bent at the knees, her arms splayed out beside her on the floor. Her short black hair that were in pigtails were now completely messed up. Clumps of obsidian colored hair has been pulled out. A red ribbon from her pigtail lay next to her on the floor, the other about to fall out. Strands of dark frizzy hair covered her closed eyes. Her soft and beautiful facial features were now covered in scrapes, cuts, dirt and fresh bruises. A crimson liquid ran down her nose, running over her swollen and split lips. Her head slumped to the side, uncovering the back of her head, where her ink colored hair was matted with blood. A laceration on her scalp. There was a blood stain on the wall behind her, where her head had been resting. She was completely limp. Completely motionless. Unconscious.

It was Marinette.

It was Ladybug.