Hello everybody! This is the first fanfic that I've ever uploaded, so I apologize if it's not that well written. I honestly hope you like it!

Don't hesitate to send me your thoughts on it. That said, enjoy! :)

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Marinette groaned, forcefully turning (well more like hitting) her alarm off.

After a loud yawn escaped her lips she blinked a couple of times looking around blankly. She somehow managed to convince herself to get up, grabbing a towel and some clothes from the closet and making her way towards the bathroom.

An unpleasant shiver traveled trough her back as the cold water made contact with her skin.

'To cold, to cold!'

She quickly changed the temperature, but seeing as the luck she has it only made matters worse.

'Hot, hot, HOT!' she squealed yet again, this time sure the whole street had heard her yell.

'Marinette, honey, is everything okay?' Sabine, called from downstairs, worry laced trough her voice.

'I-It's nothing maman! I just hit my foot.' She lied.

'Ok, honey. Well, you better hurry up if you don't want to be late for your date' her mom warned her.

'Yeah, g-got it. I'll be right out' Marinette replied, proceeding to wash the shampoo out her hair as quickly as she can.

After a few minutes she exited the shower. Grabbing a towel, she made her way towards the mirror, water droplets sliding down her bare arms and legs.

She sighed as she placed a hand on the fogged mirror, slowly sliding it to reveal her 20-yearold face.

She looked at herself: Her now long, black hair covered her bare shoulders in a rather sloppy manner, but it was only due to it being wet. She has indeed received a lot of compliments on her hair, as well as the rest of her. Despite being seen as a total klutz and rather shy girl, over the years she has managed to prove that there was more to her.

Nowadays, people see her as an inspiring young adult ready to take on the world. She was said on more than one occasion that there was truly something amazing about her. People started to appreciate her opinion and her work and she's already made a few business deals regarding her designs.

Sure, a lot of people would think she has it all…and she does. She has a loving family and friends, the roof over her head, water, food, aspiring career… heck, she's even a hero of Paris!

Some would say she has a perfect life…but things don't seem as perfect on the inside as they do on the outside.

She shook her head, escaping from her current thoughts and removing her hand that has absurdly trawled down to her hip.

Her mom's right, she better hurry up if she wants to be on time. She took the rest of her clothes and changed. And after she was finally done getting herself ready, she kissed her parents goodbye and walked outside.

Surely, today would be a bit better than before right?

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'The thing is…we need to break up'

Marinette blinked a couple of times, like she's trying to process what her boyfriend just said. Her eyebrows slowly rose as she finally understood the words spoken.

'I-I know it's not fair of me to end things like this, b-but surely you know what busy schedules we both have'

She still didn't say a word, still sat there looking at him blankly.

'…I mean…you with your designs a-and me with my art exhibitions in New York…a-and you know I can't just refuse an offer like this'

He kept on prattling, but Marinette didn't seem to be listening.

'…Hey' after a moment of silence he spoke softly, his voice coming out like a whisper ' You ok?'

'…Yeah. I'm ok, just a little surprised that's all.' Marinette finally said. Her eyes showed no emotion, but by now that was a normal thing for her.

'So…you understand?' he asked carefully, like he was expecting her to suddenly blow up and start yelling. But alas she isn't the same girl she was 5 years ago.

She took a few moments to compose herself, before she gave him her firm look.

'I do. We're not kids anymore and we both know that the long distance relationship wouldn't work out.'

She spoke smoothly despite her entire mind screaming and being a mush.

'I'm so glad you get it' a small smile appeared on his lips.

Marinette looked at her now ex-boyfriend. His red hair was put into a messy ponytail, a baggy grey shirt hung from his shoulder down to his arms; The same arms that hugged her when she was down and picked her up when she was falling.

But they seemed unwelcoming and empty all of a sudden.

Her eyes darted to his face. Light stubble covered his chin and he somehow seemed more mature now…perhaps compared to her, he was.

Her eyes moved a mere inch to his lips and it felt like she never made any contact with them. He's defined cheeks seemed like they never accepted her soft palms, his ears like they never heard a joke she whispered…and lastly she looked in his eyes.

They remained empty of any emotion…and that's when she knew…they were truly over.

'I'm sorry.' He spoke, his voice low. He didn't meet her puzzled gaze, but instead rested his hand on hers.

'Don't be. We both knew this day would come.' She managed a smile, by now perfected to not seem forced.

'Well…I should be going now' he slowly stroked her hand, before removing his own. He got up and dusted his shirt, placing a 10 Euro bill on the table.

'Marinette' he said once more, turning towards her 'Take care of yourself' he gave her a small smile and then walked out.

I was at that moment Marinette found it safe to breathe again.

'Bye…Nathaniel' she managed to whisper.

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Marinette narrowed her eyes as she tried to understand what the painting across from her meant. She didn't even pay attention to her best friend rambling whatsoever…it's like her mind just zoned out from the present.

'Girl, are you even listening to me?' Alya asked, she placed an arm on Mari's shoulder, making her snap out of daydreaming.

'Sorry. I'm a little, distracted today.' Marinette turned to her, giving her an apologetic smile.

Alya looked at her best friend, her sassiness slowly dozed off and instead of it came a sympathetic look.

'No, it's not your fault. Break ups suck ass…hard. I'm so sorry for you two.' She patted her on the shoulder.

Marinette slowly shrugged her shoulders, her demeanor darkening again as she snapped her head back to the large painting.

'Hey, is there anything I can do to make you feel better?' Alya asked, turning her back around before she dozed off again.

'Just being here is enough' Marinette gave her another warm smile, and Alya sighed.

'…I know, girl. But there must be something I can do.' She said as her head fell down to the vibrating phone in her hands.

Marinette herself looked down in her best friend's most trusted item, but as soon as she saw Alya's shocked expression she knew something was up.

'Alya' she said carefully 'Is everything okay?'

Alya didn't answer at first, her eyes still glued on what Marinette supposed was a text message. But atlas her head rose up, her eyes fixed on Marinette's, as a wide grin made it's way on her lips. 'I think I know what'll cheer you up'

'What are you talking about?' Marinette asked, rising a brow to illustrate her confused expression.

'Mari…' Alya started, a pleasing smile still playing on her lips

'Yes?' Marinette asked. She could fell her heart pounding faster as a cold chill ran trough her body.

'…He's back. Adrien is back!'

Hope you guys like it. Sorry for the mistakes, I'm aware there are some but I hope they didn't spoil your reading :)