Last night I heard my own heart beating

Sounded like footsteps on my stairs

Six months gone and I'm still reaching

Even though I know you're not there

Adrien stared at his ceiling unseeing as he laid in bed. The light bulb above him still glowed faintly even after he had shut if off. His apartment was quiet, much too quiet, without anyone to add even the noise of another person's breathing. The only thing he could hear at all was the sound of his heart beating, but even that offered no solace. For who needs a heart if the person it was supposed to beat for wasn't there?

He rolled over onto his side, his hand brushing up against the empty sheets next to him. He closed his eyes and pretended she was there, lying beside him, but even with his eyes closed he could see through that lie.

I was playing back a thousand memories, baby

Thinking 'bout everything we've been through

Maybe I've been going back too much lately

Marinette sat in her desk chair, her eyes blankly looking at her drawing pad screen. She was supposed to be making new designs for the spring fashion show, but her brain was too crowded with images that were not clothes.

For weeks she couldn't stop going over every last akuma fight that Chat Noir and she had won. He hadn't been wrong when he said they made a good team...

She shook her head, took a sip of coffee, and tried to go back to work.

When time stood still and I had you

Come back, come back, come back to me like

You would, you would if this was a movie

Adrien stopped as he passed a small patisserie. Backtracking, he stood in front of it with his hands stuffed in his pockets. It wasn't her patisserie- he never went anywhere near that street. But he couldn't see a bakery anymore without thinking of her. Heck, he couldn't even see a macaroon without thinking about how close he had been- the whole time- to having her.

Adrien looked down at his feet planted on the sidewalk, missing a pair of pink flats or red spandex covered feet next to his. He just wished he could go back; make things perfect.

Stand in the rain outside 'til I came out

Come back, come back, come back to me like

You could, you could if you just said you're sorry

Marinette stuck her hand out from under the awning, cold raindrops splattering on her skin. She yanked her hand back and stared at it as if it were foreign while a memory forced its way into her head unbidden.

Images of green eyes and shy smiles flickered briefly; the phantom feeling of brushing hands sent shivers down to her fingertips.

She chanced a glance up at the stormy sky as her mood likened. If only he would come back, she'd accept any apology.

I know that we could work it out somehow

But if this was a movie you'd be here by now

Sinking his hands into his hair, Adrien thought about all the ways they could have fixed things. He knew there had to be a way they still could, but it had been so long. Was it even possible anymore?

He told himself it was too late; that if it was supposed to happen she'd already be at his side again, just like she always had been.

I know people change and these things happen

But I remember how it was back then

Locked up in your arms and our friends are laughing

'Cause nothing like this ever happened to them,

Alya and Nino were over, talking happily to each other. Marinette smiled softly at the pair, noticing how well they complemented each other.

Marinette knew better than anyone that people grew up and became different, but she just didn't understand. She had thought they complemented each other so well, too. And so many people had seen the chemistry between the masks…

She missed doing nightly runs with him, and pretending to brush off his advances even as she turned away only to hide her blush. She missed the way he was so kind to everyone. She'd give anything to have it be the way it was years ago. She'd even accept the stutter if it meant he came along to trigger it.

Now I'm pacing up the hall, chasing down your street

Flashback to a night when you said to me,

"Nothing's gonna change, not for me and you

Not before I knew how much I had to lose"

Adrien unlocked his apartment door just as the full weight of his grief sagged at his shoulders. He hurriedly ran in and shut the door behind him before anyone could see the tears sliding down his face. He remembered how she had told him nothing had to change, that they would always be the same as they had been.

He hadn't realized then how much he had to lose.

Come back, come back, come back to me like

You would, you would if this was a movie

Stand in the rain outside 'til I came out

A knock at her door had her groggily leaving the state of fitful sleep she had been in previously. Slipping out of bed, she made her way to the front door of her small bungalow. Another knock hit the door before she reached it, causing her to worry. She hurriedly pulled out the lock pin and opened the door, the smell of rain hitting her before the shock.

Come back, come back, come back to me like

You could, you could if you just said you're sorry

"I'm sorry," he choked out, rain soaking him to the bone. "Marinette, I'm so sorry. Please, come back. Give me another shot."

I know that we could work it out somehow

But if this was a movie you'd be here by now

Hadn't she just wished for this not even a week ago? But now here he was, apologizing and begging for another chance, and she didn't know what to say.

It had been so long, she didn't know if she could.

If you're out there

If you're somewhere

If you're moving on

I'll be waiting for you

He knew he wouldn't be able to settle for anyone else. There was no one else. So he had gathered all his courage and come here, and now he stood waiting for her to send him away.

Wary, since you've been gone

I just want it back the way it was before

And I just want to see you back at my front door

She couldn't believe he was standing her, on her own front stoop. She briefly wondered if she was dreaming. She had missed him, so much, and ached to brush back the wet hair clinging to his forehead like she had so many times before.

And I say

Come back, come back, come back to me like

You would before you say it's not that easy

"I know it'll be hard…" Adrien said, her silence eating at him. He just needed a word, a single word… "But I don't care. I've never liked easy. We're a team- we work best together, Marinette."

Before the fight, before I locked you out

But I take it all back now

Come back, come back, come back to me like

You would, you would if this was a movie

Stand in the rain outside 'til I came out

She knew that. But she was just so stubborn, and she had been so upset. So was quick to fight, and had been too mistrusting from the start. The walls had come up of their own accord. But here he was now, in the rain again, extending an offering of companionship. To come back together how they should be.

Come back, come back, come back to me like

You could, you could if you just said you're sorry

I know that we could work it out somehow

But if this was a movie you'd be here by now

You'd be here by now

His heart sank. He had come back to her, he had apologized. What else was there for him to do? She wasn't going to say yes. She had been silent for too long now. He needed to just turn around and go home, before she saw how much pain he was in.

It's not the kind of ending you wanna see now

Baby, I don't like the ending

Oh, I thought you'd be here now, whoa

Thought you'd be here by now

She couldn't let it end like that; this couldn't be how they finished their story. They had gone so far, just for this?

Marinette closed her eyes and took a deep breath before opening the door wider.

"I thought you'd be here by now."