SONG: Lucy- Skillet

WARNINGS: Post Character Death Angst

I left a dozen roses on your grave today

I'm in the grass on my knees, wipe the leaves away
I just came to talk for a while
I got some things I need to say

"My Lady," he murmured to the stone in front of him. He said at the writing engraved in a simple but curvy script.

"Marinette," he tried again. "I'm sorry. I let you down. I should have been there. Then this would never have happened. Alya and Nino wanted to be here today, but their flight got cancelled. I told you that she got a big time job in England, didn't I? I think I did. She's everyone's favourite reporter. Nino still follows her around everywhere. I'm sorry you couldn't make it to the wedding. Alya missed her bridesmaid. I'm sure you'd be happy for them though."

Adrien paused. The dampness in the grass was seeping through the knees of his jeans, but he couldn't make himself move just yet.

"Manon has taken up sewing; she remade the arm of the Ladybug doll. Whenever I babysit her, she makes me be the villains. Not that Manon appreciates me calling it babysitting. She'd pointedly tell me she's not a kid anymore. She's not either I suppose. She'll be fifteen next month."

"Happy Birthday, My Lady. I wish you were here. This cat misses his partner. You're not supposed to leave your cat unattended. Not for this long. Marinette, eleven years is far too long to leave your cat alone."

There was a creak behind him. Tom and Sabine were here then.

"Je t'aime Marinette," he finished standing up. "I'll be back for another chat later, but your parents want their turn, so, I won't hold you up."

He stared at the grave for another long second before turning and walking away.

Sabine pulled him into a hug on his way past, and Tom laid a heavy hand on his shoulder. Adrien gave them a weak smile before leaving them to their daughters grave.

They said it'd bring some closure to say your name
I know I'd do it all different if I had the chance
But all I got are these roses to give
And they can't help me make amends

AN: I'm sorry, this is sad. I'm not sorry, feel my pain.

Reviews and Ideas are Appreciated and Adored!

~Jessica