Marinette's POV:

Marinette ran out of there as fast as she could once the rain had stopped. She did not like all the questions he asked. It did not help.

   She ran and ran. She ran past him. She ran around the corner beneath the trees and to the hotdog stand, she ordered a hotdog and stopped for a moment, to pay for it. Once she had it she ate and was on the run again.

Luka's POV:

 Luka did not say another word to her. He knew she did not like it. He kept quiet, but he followed her. He ran and ran.  He always strived for the impossible. He had already discovered she was the girl he had seen in the past and smiled.

      He ran to keep up with her and saw her run to the hotdog stand. He saw her pause a moment to pay for it and to it. Then, she was running once more. He kept on his pace trying to get back to her.

    He had to. He knew for some reason she kept the others in the dark. He felt she did not need to do the same with him. Not when he knew so much. He knew more than anyone else.

        He felt in a way they were the same. Each is set  on the same path for some reason.

       He finally caught up to her. He did not dare to speak because he feared she would be angry.  He did not want to make her angry with him.  He felt it was important if he was on good terms with her. He was sure she could use a friend whether she wanted or not she wanted one.

      Marinette's POV:

  She could sense someone was behind her. She knew it. She could feel it like the wind on her face.  She sighed. Why didn't he leave well enough alone?

   Did not he realize how much danger he put himself in? Could he see she was a bad tare in his life?  Everywhere she went she brought doom to those who got close to her.  

       She could handle the flashbacks and she knew he had them as well. That did not stop her from wanting to push him away like she had the others.

        She felt out of breath but kept up on her usual routine. She ran and ran until she arrived at her special place.  She entered it and sat on the sofa. She was exhausted. She needs to rest and get some nourishment before she starts again tomorrow.

        She did not correct him when he entered the place after her.

   Soon a storm came up and it was a bad one. Strong winds, lightning, thunder, rain, and hail. It all came at once. It made a mess of the world outside and shook against the little shake she called home.

         Luka's  POV:

     He entered her place without a word.  He saw her lying on the sofa. He could see the sweat beads across her forehead. He could see she was worn out. 

        He heard her shudder. It was as if she were afraid of the weather. 

          He did not say a word. He entered her kitchen and looked around.  He smiled. He hummed as he fixed a little something for them to eat.

        He gave her some and sat on the chair across from her. He said the blessing and was surprised when she closed her eyes in reference as he finished the prayer. He watched her take a bit out of the turkey sandwich and smiled. He ate some of the other sandwich.

    "Marinette," He finally spoke.

  "What do you want?" She shouted. It was clear she was not happy.

    "Calm down, I wanted to point out that the weather is not supposed to clear up for another four days," He said.

   "And your point?" She asked.

   "Well, when it Rains it Pours," Luka said. He finished the food as she sat there looking at him dumbfounded. She had not said a word since he made the obvious remark.

  It certainly had given her a lot to think about that is for sure.

Luka handed her some tea. She drank it. He smiled.

     Luka had already finished his portion of the tea. He shook his head when she said, "I can't cancel the run. I must go tomorrow. I have to go. I run every day. I have every year since..." She trailed off.

   "You have every year since you found the body on the beach," Luka added. He knew that was what she was about to say.

   "Yes, and my parents tried to get me to see a doctor, but he took a look at me and said I was hopeless. He said, there was nothing he could do, and he left," Marinette explained.

 "You know, you were not the first one there," Luka said.

   "What do you mean?" Marinette asked.

     "I saw the body before you arrived. I was stunned and I was about to notify the police when you showed up screamed and ran off," Luka replied.

       "You knew all this time, I was not to blame, and you never told me?" Marinette looked at him with an accusatory expression and sounded a bit miffed.

      "I tried to tell you that day, but you kept screaming and ran away," Luka answered.

     "Why would you think you were to blame?" Luka asked.

     "I was swimming, and when I  left the ocean, there he was," Marinette said.

    "Yes, so?" Luka stated. "So, I was terrified, I thought somehow my innocence of youth, and my playing around had somehow cost him his life," Marinette said.

     "Whoa, girl, that is intense, but it was never your fault.  He was already dead when I got there," Luka said.  "Ooh," Marinette said. "Besides, he did not die from drowning, he was stabbed," Luka pointed out the obvious.

  "Marinette had a flashback just then. In her flashback, "

        Marinette stood at the edge of the ocean. She had jumped into the water yet, she was not sure why. She saw a boy afar off looking at something on the shore. She did not call out to him. She did not check to see what it was he was staring at. Instead, she stepped into the water. Soon, she was splashing around having a good time. She swam and swam.

    When she got out she saw it, the body of a man lying on the sand. The man was a bloody mess, and she was frightened. What if someone came along and said she was to blame? It was her fault. How else would you explain it?

       The boy she had seen earlier waved to her. She thought that odd since she had no idea who he was or what he could possibly want with her.

       She felt something wet fall and splash against her. She looked up to see the sky had darkened, the clouds had spread across the sky more, and it was raining. She did not take time to grab her towel or other beach things. Instead, she looked closer at the man. It was then, she knew. He was dead.

    "Ah, he is dead!" She screamed. She took off as the boy tried to approach and tell her something,

     "End of Flashback..."

         "Marinette?" Luka saw her eyes close, tears form, and saw she had started to fall off the furniture. He came to her and reached up. He caught her before her head could hit the floor.

         Luka noticed her breathing was getting worse. He had to do something quick. He carried her around until he saw a bedroom. He laid her in the center of it. He made sure to prop up her head and her feet. He held her hand and refused to leave her.

  Find out more in Chapter 7

   Until then,

bye-bye,

little owlets!

Summer out!