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With great power comes great responsibility. With responsibility comes many things. And with many things on your shoulders, mistakes were bound to be made. But, that was common. We learned from errors. We fixed those mistakes. Miraculous holders had powers beyond the normal. And I, as the Ladybug Miraculous holder, am deemed to be able to fix the mistakes I make. I create, I love, I fix.
But, how is someone suppose to fix this? How is someone suppose to learn from this? How can I love this?
I desperately look around, hoping for an answer to my question. A voice, a noise, anything. A light that I need to see in this lonely night. A light to the tunnel I created.
There is nothing.
But, how can there be anything when no one is there? Everyone is gone. Dead. They left. I killed them.
Paris is dead on the night I got akumitized. Paris is gone the moment I destroyed my team of heroes. Paris is in shambles the moment I made my partner cataclysm the world. Paris is gone when the Miraculous got in my hands.
I can hear them all crying, the creatures I hold. I can feel their resentment, their anger, their forgiveness, their worry, and worst of all - their fear. They fear the person who was supposed to protect the most important Miracle Box. As I stand over the corpses of my people, of my soulmate, I cry.
I mourn the person they all could have been. I mourn the person I loved.
I sit in my civilian clothes, on the tallest tower in Paris, and cry. I held onto the Earings of Ladybug and the Ring of the Black Cat. The two most powerful miraculous are in my hand, intertwined with mine and the hand of one Adrien Agreste. The Butterfly Miraculous is on the floor, laying dimly close enough to one Gabriel Agreste. It’s so stupid how a family can be.
If only I had been able to control my emotions. If only I had kept my identity a secret. If only I had been fast enough.
If only I could go back in time. If only. If only could turn into I have. Wouldn’t that be great?
I chuckle, ignoring the pain that shoots up my side and the blood that continues melting into the ground. It was silly, no amount of power could fix this. No amount of power can change this.
I can feel my body begin to give in to the grips of death that have been with me for the past hour. Spots of black begin to dance across my vision, and I hear a small thud. Pain shoots up through my sides, and all I can think of now is of how sleepy I’ve become.
And I can see is a blinding light before my eyes shut. For the final time on that lonely night.