"You need me, Marinette"

"You're Nothing without me"

"It'll be Luka and Marinette,"

"Once More"

It was like a void. A dark void. A never-ending dark void that consumed everything, so your left feeling nothing. Empty. Nothing to subside your hollow soul that creeps in the shadows, away from any other human life because it's emptiness is so consuming it can bear to pretend that everything is okay. 

As Luka's poisonous voice rang in her head, Marinette felt excruciating pain ripple throughout her body.

The pain slowly increased in waves, small lulls giving false hope of an end. Each peak robbed her ability to speak, sending her crashing in the confines of her own body. It's was though her blood has become acid, intent of destroying her from the inside out. All she could do was writhe, the occasional whimper escaping to echo off the walls, unheard to the voices outside.

As outer Marinette gracefully walked into the bakery, clutching Luka's arm tightly, Inside she was stumbling, every hit to her body feeling as if she was confined in ropes of a thousand thorns. The smell of peppermint blasted at her in her her confines, making her drowsy and numb. She didn't know what was happening. It felt as if she was trapped inside her own body. 

As her cage of thorns and roses squeezed close and her unconsciousness faded away, four words slipped through her lips. 

"I love you Adrien"