HEY MY DEVILLED EGGS, ITZÁ ME! 

HOW YALL DOING? 

YOU EXITED FOR THE CHAPTER? 

IM SORRY FOR THE EMOTION BREAKDOWN SOME OF YOU CHARLOTTE LOVERS MAY HAVE :(

JOKES AND QUESTIONS ASIDE, I NEED TO ADDRESS SOMETHING 

YOU'RE PROBABLY DISAPPOINTED OR ANGRY AT ME FOR NOT UPDATING THIS STORY FOR A LOOONNNG TIME AND I DONT BLAME YOU BUT I WONT APOLOGISE FOR TAKIGN THE TIME I NEEDED TO SORT MY LIFE OUT. I'M SORRY THAT YOU HAD TO WAIT SO LONG BUT I NEEDED SOME TIME TO GET MY LIFE TOGETHER, 2020 HAS BEEN ROUGH FOR EVERYONE AND I KNOW SOME PEOPLE HAVE IT WAY WORSE THAN I DID. LONG STORY SHORT, THERE WAS A MASSIVE FIGHT BETWEEN MY FAMILY AND FOR A MOMENT I THOUGHT MY PARENTS WERE GOING TO GET A DIVORCE... THEY'RE NOT GOING THROUGH WITH IT THOUGH AND ARE GIVING IT ANOTHER SHOT AT MAKING THIS WORK. SO FAR SO GOOD ASWELL! 

'UGH, SO YOUR PARENTS MIGHT HAVE BEEN GETTING DIVORCED, YOU COULD STILL WORK ON CHAPTERS!' TECHNICALLY NOT BECAUSE I LOST MY NOTES/ PLAN FOR THIS BOOK. AS MANY WRITERS KNOW ITS IMPORTANT TO KNOW WHERE YOIR PLOT IS GOONG AND WHEN OTHER WISE YOU CAN FORGET OTHER KEY THINGS MENTIONED BEFORE AND AT THE END OF THE BOOK YOU HAVE PEOPLE GOING 'BUT WHAT ABOUT BLAHJNSUHHSHBAHAB.' AND I TRY NOT TO DO THAT SO I KEEP NOTES ON MY STORY AND WHAT I WANT IN EACH CHAPTER.. BUT I LOST IT (I FOUND IT AGAIN) SO WRITING THE LAST "CHAPTER" WAS HARD BECAUSE I DIDNT HAVE A CLUE WHAT TO PUT IN IT. 

WITH THAT ASIDE LETS GET ON WITH THE CHAPTER: 

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I knew Emma had snuck out in the night and i was fuming. How could she be so reckless! Does she not know whats at stake. I look over to charlotte playing with the CD player: when we figured Emma had left we decided on figuring out how to stop hawkmoth but all of are efforts had been in vain. Hence, we opted to try and get the CD back. "Maybe Emma knows what to do?" Charl defeatedly sighed having no luck with the CD player. Emma. Part of me wanted to scold her for being so reckless; the other part wanted to hold her close because her and charl are the only family i have left.

Upon hearing my silence charl knew I must've been annoyed with her. "Be sure to give her an earful when she gets back Louis." Her joking self eased me and convinced me that everything was going to be ok. Maybe it was... maybe all this is happening for a reason and whatever she is doing out their at 11:00 at night is useful.

"Back from wherever she's run off to. I know were supposed to look up to her, because she's the oldest or whatever but I just feel—"

"You just admitted you were younger than Emma!" She taunted.

"What no I didn't! I..I.... I dont know what you're talking about." I crossed my arms and turned away from her jokingly. She jumped up and in an attempt to get me to face her tackled me to the ground. "Hey get off you duck head!"

"Make me, youngest sibling!" Play fighting was something we did at home. We would pretend to wrestle and build box forts and make milkshakes without anyone knowing. Although me and Emma were born together I always felt closer to charl. I remember one time when Emma went to her friend's house me and Charl stayed up all night sneaking around Emma's room. We ate her box of chocolates and i let the 5 year old snuggle with one of Emma's toys that my little sister really loved. A yellow bear with a black and white striped chest; I didn't know where it came from but I knew charlotte really liked it. One time when mum and dad were out with out Auntie Alya the 5 of us made milkshakes (me, Emma, charl, Hugo and their son León). We both made banana ones, much to the others disgust.

"Louis, are you ok?" I was thrown back into reality and all my emotions came flooding back. I couldn't control the stream of tears that came running down my face and I threw my arms around her, my baby sister.

"I love you" I uttered in a voice just louder than a whisper.

She tensed for only a moment "Oomph... well. Um. Thanks?" Only milliseconds passed before she relaxed into my embrace, "I love you too." We held each other tightly, sharing our insecurities and fears without saying a word, yet somehow the other seemed to make them vanish.

"Charlotte, Louis. We need to talk." A familiar voice spoke from the door and reluctantly I got up to open it.

"What do you want, Agreste." I looked him up and down and he looked distraught. As much as I hated him right now I'm not going to leave someone that upset alone. "A..are you ok, do you want to come in?"

He shifted uncomfortably, "I'd much rather talk out here if it's all the same to you." He paused and lowered his voice to just louder than a whisper, "I don't really want to see Emma right now." Finally.....wait,what?

"Why, what happened." Never in my sixteen years of living have I seen or heard of Adrien Agreste hating someone. And right now, he looked pretty angry.

His eyes widened and surprise washed over his face. "S..she didn't tell you?" A small trace of relief could be heard and I couldn't put my finger on it but part of him looked hopeful, like he was glad I didn't know something. The rest of his demeanour was tense but he spoke his question so bewildered.

"Adrien, Emma's not here." I tried to contain my anger and not dwell on little things that probably weren't important. If Emma is out there having a joy ride after making Adrien hate, or strongly dislike, her then it's fine by me. I couldn't care less. Well, I thought I couldn't until Adrien responded.

"But how? I literally saw her ten minutes ago outside my window. I assumed she would come right back here, to you." By this time Charlotte had joined us outside the room, blue eyes staring up at me.

"What's going on?" Her eyes fixed on adrien similar to when you engage in a staring contest. "Hey..... Adrien." Her voice was flat and emotionless. She sounded hurt.

"Hey charl, "

"It's Charlotte." She looked away, arms crossed in front of her.

Adrien reached out his arm but placed against his side, knowing full well she wouldn't want any kind of physical attention. "Sorry." Green eyes landing on the floor beneath us.

Charl let out a grunting sigh that sounded more annoyed than I think she was. "You were saying," she implied that she wanted Adrien to speak but I don't think he got the memo because he looked confused. Angered by this Charlotte grabbed his sides and shook him in a rhythm "tell us what the fuck you want!" 

When charl let him go he rubbed his arm where she had held on, maybe because it hurt or he was nervous. I didn't know. The air around us became dense and silencing. "I.. um, think that W..we should look....for....Emma." Despite his obviously statement he phrased it like a question. Not in a 'hey do you want to this' type of question more of an 'are you coming with me or not' question. 

"No." Charl said. "I'm staying here." I looked at her confused and she turned to face me with tears in her eyes. She was holding something back, I could tell. 

"But this is Emma! If she's missing something must've happened that wasn't good. Finding her is important." Adrien was almost offended that she didn't want to go and find Emma. As for me, I wasn't sure. Did I want to go. 

I stepped forward to shield charl from anymore questions and gave him my answer. "I'll go with you." As much as I hated her right now she's still my sister, and I still love her. If she's hurt I'm not going to stay behind and leave her alone. His smiled widened and he turned to go back to his room across the hall, gesturing my to follow. I was about to but Charlotte stopped me. 

"Louis you can't go, I need you here." I gave her a why, what's going on look and my blood ran cold. Her hand was fading. Almost transparent. She was dying. 

"On second thought..s I'm goingto stay." I said, hoping Adrien had heard. Wether he did or didn't I couldn't care less. I grabbed charlotte's arm and pulled her into our room. Just as we got in she fainted. 

I rushed to her side and the floor and lifted her head onto my lap. "Charl, CHARL! CHARLOTTE!" I screamed her name in an attempt to wake her. I saw her eyes flutter open as her feet began to fade away. "You can't die, I.. you can't."

An agonising screech came from her mouth, pain numbing her body. She shifted in my lap as I held on tight, hugging her for what might be the last time. "I'm...not...gonna....die." She answered through exasperated breaths, "I'm just ceasing.....to....exist. If anyone should....know that....it's you." A soft and low chuckle was let out and contrary to it I started to cry. Moving her golden bangs to the side I looked at her eyes. She knew as well as I did that she wasn't going to make it. As her arm and legs faded I sat her up and pulled her close. I faced her with tears pouring down my cheeks. 

"I can't do this without you Charlotte. You CANT GO." tears morphed with anger and I wrapped her between my arms. Hugging tightly for as long as I could. 

"Yes..you wil..." she rested her head on mine and it started to vanish. Fading away like her hands.  "You did it for three years....without me" I knew the time I had left with her was short. 

I squeezed her tightly, knowing that as long as I could feel her body she was ok, I could talk to her. I could feel her getting smaller, more and more of her fading away by the second. "Worst three years of my life." I responded to her statement. Chocking on my own tears as I did so.

 Soon my lap became wet as my tears fell through the air I was holding. A mist in the shape of a girl I sat cradling. "Louis.....I ...love you," and she was gone. The dense matter I had been embracing vanished. There was nothing, no girl, no mist and no voice. I collapsed on the floor hugging my self, hoping that she would re-materialise in my arms. 

"No, nonono, no NO!" she has to come back. SHE JUST HAS TO. My eyes were swollen and I couldn't make out left from right. If I could've cried for years I would, my baby sister. My Charlotte. Gone. 

"Hey, Louis." There was a knock at my door but I was too distraught to move from my curled up position on the floor. I just wanted to cry. I assumed the person at the door must have left upon hearing no reply. And so I laid there, on the floor, crying till there was no moisture left in my body.