A/N: I found myself falling head over heels in love with ML recently. In this story, Papillon is also known as Hawkmoth. What do you think? Review!

I told her I didn't love her.

I told her I didn't want to see her.

I lied.

Desperate me lied. Lied with all the strength I could muster. I let my disgust bleed into my voice, my eyes sharpen with hate, my body tremble with anger. I tensed my muscles and let go.

My voice sounded sharp and discordant. Jagged shards of raw emotion flew at her. My words formed into bullets, driving deep into the armor I knew she had around her. I saw her eyes tremble, a glistening tear slowly pooling in her eyes. Suddenly, as it slipped down the slope of her face, her tears came faster and faster until a rainstorm pounded the ground with hail.

I hated myself for doing this to her.

I had no choice.

"I never did like you, Marinette," I told her, voice chillingly cold. I shifted my stance, crossing my arms across my chest. "Those midnight meetings we had? Those moments we shared?" I mocked her. "They were nothing. They always will be nothing. Nothing for me, nothing at all."

I felt myself die a little inside at my words. Marinette wouldn't believe me, would she? She knew me better than that. Then, I felt a chill run through me. No, she didn't know better because she never did know the true me.

She knew me as Chat Noir, the flirtatious superhero who saved Paris with Ladybug. She probably thought I was rakish and dashing, as the newspapers reported me as. She knew I had a crush on Ladybug. All facts the newspapers reported.

Her voice trembled. "No. You said you loved me. You said you'd stay. What happened to you? Where is the cat I once knew?" Her eyes pleaded with me, the tear stains on her cheeks reflecting the dim lamplight in the street. Her hands clutched at her chest as if she was attempting to hold her heart together.

By the look on her face, I knew I had her at breaking point. A little more and she would fall into the snares of my lies.

"Gone," I replied, smirking. "Gone, and never to be seen again." If I lied, she would be safe. If she were safe, Papillon couldn't harm her. She would be away from me, but she would be protected. I would give my life to see her out of danger.

I turned my back on her, as hard as it was. "You were just another notch on my post," I lied. "Just another girl I whose heart I could break."

"Was I just a game to you?" Her anger vibrated in the air. "Just another person to conquer? You really are more cruel than I thought."

Good. She was getting angry, shielding herself from the hurt I had caused. She would be safe.

"Get out!" She pointed her finger towards the Parisian skyline. Her arm was a black shadow against the bright stars. "Out of my bedroom, out of my life. Get out, and don't you dare come back!" Her blue eyes were furious. Her inky black hair snapped on the ends, static frizzling through the air.

I could see the hurt she was hiding, and my hand twitched involuntarily to brush her hair back, to stroke her cheek, anything to comfort her.

She stepped towards me. "Don't you dare," she whispered. "Don't you dare!"

I needed no further invitation. I slipped out of the window, summoning my baton to propel me far, far away.

Away from my love Marinette.

Away from my Ladybug.