Author's note: Hey everyone! I've been going through some changes in regards to the story's plot. At first, I knew my scenes were leading somewhere, but I didn't know exactly where. So after some hard thinking, this happened. I sincerely hope you enjoy the new direction Bonne Chance is taking. (you must know this is not edited as of yet) Let me know what you think in the comments.

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"She's gone, Gabriel. Nothing you do will bring her back to life, it's been weeks for fuck's sake. This thing you're doing, playing God, it isn't healthy. You need to let her go. You need to move on, your son—"

"NO! I am not abandoning her."

"There's no such power that could bring back a soul, much less without dire consequences."

"She's worth it."

Gabriel Agreste rummaged through the worn down pages of the Miraculous spell book with tight lips and cold eyes. It took all of his willpower to keep himself composed and calm when every fiber in his body demanded answers. His patience was wearing thin with every false lead and a dead end. But the designer would not stop to rest. Every twist and turn of black ink mocked silently behind closed eyes at the mere thought, words had never been as unforgiving before. There had to be a way to decipher the damn potion's ingredients! All he needed was silence, but the whispers refused to leave. A snarl threatens to escape from his throat.

"A harvest of loyalty. . .a palm of honesty. . .a cauldron of dark cloud. . ." The whispers grew louder with an airy tone in them. It must be entertaining to have a personal buffoon. Tune them out, just think Gabriel, think!

Exactly eighty-two minutes later he decided to pause his search. With a proper night's rest and a clear mind, he could find the answers, tomorrow. A little white lie he repeated for the past two years. After all, patience is a virtue and practice makes perfect.

"What is it now, Nooroo?" The hairs in the back of his neck were standing straight, alerting him of the kwami's annoying gaze.

The small creature appeared in his line of sight, head bowed and hands clasped together. How pathetic. "For-forgive me, master. It's not my intention to pry—"

"Then don't." He stood and snapped the book shut.

". . .yes, master." The kwami bowed and made himself scarce. He still remembered his place. Good.

Gabriel adjusted his tie and straighten the butterfly brooch. The throbbing headache from yesterday returned full force in revenge for taking all those relief pills. His hand stopped midway to the drawer upon seeing the bottle laying inside the trash can. Perfect, exactly what he needed. Now Nathalie had to get another prescription to—

The ache dissolved with a slow and gentle caress across his cheek. Green eyes gazed into his lifeless ones.

"Gabe, you can't be here! My family says it's bad luck to see each other before the wedding, you already know that."

He groaned and pulled her closer, basking in her warmth. She smelled of red roses and cinnamon. "Your family tends to say a lot of things."

She bit down on her lip and tried to hide the mirth swimming in her eyes. God, how could he be so lucky?

"Pardon me, mademoiselle, this man wanted to make a confession."

She hummed and snuggled closer in his arms. "Is that so? I suppose it's only fair to let you speak."

"I love you."

Her smirk softens into a shy smile and, somehow, she stole his heart all over again. "To the moon and back,"

"And from the moon to the sun."

"With all the galaxy inside my heart," they finished together, voices barely above a whisper. Time stopped as they stood embracing one another lovingly.

"Now, shoo! I need to add the last touches to my dress," she said while playfully shoving him toward the door. "Besides, it's rude to make our guests wait."

"You're right we can't keep them waiting for too long."

His wife laughed joyously as he peppered her hands and face with butterfly kisses. "Gabe! My cousin worked hard on my makeup for hours."

"You. . .don't. . .need. . .it," he said between kisses.

A knock on the door made her go still, but he pressed on. She needed to understand how much he loved her. Because she meant everything. Because she was his entire world. Another round of knocks threatens to separate them.

"Gabe."

"One more minute, that's all I beg of you."

"Sir?"

A cold bucket of reality splashed on Gabriel's face so fast it was a miracle he didn't suffer whiplash. "Come in." He turned around before his assistant entered the room, unable to look at the person who interrupted such a precious memory.

"I finished reading through all twelve books. There's no historical evidence of ruined temples, sir. If magic was involved, the authors won't mention it nor do they leave hints about mystical creatures."

Of course, they wouldn't, no one was too stupid to share that type of knowledge. Unless they wanted to end in a madhouse. "Analyze wars and disputes in the Oriental areas in the last five hundred years."

"Yes, sir." She took his silence as her cue to leave, shutting the door with a soft click unknowingly allowing the whispers to continue. He let them be background noise for the while being.

Let them speak, in the end, he'll be having the last laugh.

"I made a vow to be there for you through sickness and health, it's a promise I intend to fulfill until my last breath."

Bonus quote: Flirting with madness was one thing; when madness started flirting back, it was time to call the whole thing off.

-Rohinton Mistry, A Fine Balance

Edited: 07/May/2019