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Leave Me A Sign (MariChat)

Cat Noir’s heart screamed as he raced across the rooftops of Paris. It was all just too much. He’d bungled today’s akuma fight in a way that nearly got both himself and Ladybug buried in a giant pile of hay, and Ladybug had seemed more annoyed with him than usual. His plans with his friends for the weekend had just been canceled by the scheduling of an “important” photoshoot seemingly out of nowhere by his father. He had a big project due soon for school. And to top it off, he’d somehow managed to get in a fight with Nino when he’d called to tell him the bad news, and over something completely unrelated. The nightmare he’d just woken up from was the last straw: a replay of the day’s Akuma fight, and seeing his lady crushed under a gigantic hay bale. The lights of Paris weren’t as comforting as they normally were tonight, nor was the rush of air from his speed or the falling feeling at the end of his leaps. It may have been overly dramatic, but it felt like everything was breaking down

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Literature

Leave Me A Sign (MariChat)

Cat Noir’s heart screamed as he raced across the rooftops of Paris. It was all just too much. He’d bungled today’s akuma fight in a way that nearly got both himself and Ladybug buried in a giant pile of hay, and Ladybug had seemed more annoyed with him than usual. His plans with his friends for the weekend had just been canceled by the scheduling of an “important” photoshoot seemingly out of nowhere by his father. He had a big project due soon for school. And to top it off, he’d somehow managed to get in a fight with Nino when he’d called to tell him the bad news, and over something completely unrelated. The nightmare he’d just woken up from was the last straw: a replay of the day’s Akuma fight, and seeing his lady crushed under a gigantic hay bale. The lights of Paris weren’t as comforting as they normally were tonight, nor was the rush of air from his speed or the falling feeling at the end of his leaps. It may have been overly dramatic, but it felt like everything was breaking down

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There’s a song, and it plays on the wind. It calls me back to a place where I can’t go again. And as my heart fills with regret I ever played it, it still sounds like you as I ascend. Into the light I advance, though fog is now rolling in, and I wish that I could still see you. But I know as I step that if I can still succeed, maybe there’s a way to bring us all back here again. It’s out of my hands, I guess, but the clock is running out for any sort of way for me to run away and find you if you start to feel alone. So please don’t forget what I said cause I’m always looking out for you. And don’t you

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