"Will you catch me if I fall?"

He looks so sad when he says that, his eyes betraying the bright smile on his face.

"Of course, Chat."

What's wrong? She wants to ask. What's bothering you?

She knows him long enough to notice that something's troubling him.

He lets out a chuckle and steps nearer to the ledge, ready to leave.

"I'll see you tomorrow then?"

She nods.

"Rest well, Chat. We'll need the strength."

"You too, Ladybug."

It is her greatest regret for not stopping him.

.

.

She doesn't see him ever again after that.

The only traces of him is his ring.

Given to her by Adrien, whom she found cradling a broken arm, with several fresh cuts – some actively bleeding – across his torso and face, surrounded by shattered glass and broken furnitures.

Alone.

In his home.

"Here," Adrien holds out his good hand to her. "Chat Noir… he wants me to pass these to you." He drops a ring and a butterfly brooch into her hand.

"He… left a message for you."

Adrien smiles wryly at her.

"Farewell, Ladybug. I love you."