Author’s Notes: Everyone
knew that if you had a soulmate, you would know them by the first time
you touched. Skin-to-skin contact would show you all of your soulmate’s
memories, and would result in an immediate bond and passionate
never been to school before. I’ve never had friends. It’s all sort of
new to me.” Adrien shrugged sheepishly and turned back towards
He smiled, holding his umbrella out to her.
olive branch, she realized. An invitation to start over. Marinette
thought back of how quickly and harshly she misjudged him; he was but
another victim of her tendency to act first and act questions later.
hadn’t deserved such treatment and here he was, taking the initiative
to make things right. Her stomach fluttered, and had she not been so
tongue-tied she would have apologized, but nothing came out.
A crash of thunder brought her back from her reverie and she blinked.
She hesitantly lifted her hand, wavered for a moment, then their hands brushed together as the umbrella was exchanged.
of words and feelings came rushing towards them at once, so sudden and
overwhelming that they fell helpless to its current, a tumultuous river
of events and places. They could not tear their eyes away from each
other, the realization of what was occurring rooting them to the spot,
otherwise they might have collapsed right then and there from the shock.
world ceased to be, and all that existed was a boy and a girl. A
cacophony of voices and emotions surrounded them, unheard to anyone
else, accompanied by the quiet spattering of early autumn rain.
felt warmth. The smell of butter and sugar, the taste of hot chocolate
and cinnamon. Lingering embraces, playful pats on the head, a mother’s
love and comfort. Strong arms and tight hugs, excited hollers, mashing
buttons on videogame controllers. A homey, comfortable bedroom, a haven
from the world. Pinpricks on fingertips, the act of plunging into an
artistic frenzy, and the satisfaction from when a creation turned out
just right. Tripping, slipping, stumbling here and there, always seeming
to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Numerous insecurities, the
bullying and mocking from a sneering face he knew very well.
Overwhelming self doubt as a certain pair of earrings was hidden away in
a drawer. Gentle hands on her shoulders, encouraging words, and a
reassuring smile from a black clad teammate. The surge of newfound
confidence as she purified corruption and evil in the form of a black
Marinette felt cold. Countless faceless figures
staring, prodding, scrutinizing, empty praises, blinding flashes and
camera shutters. A stunning woman with golden hair and emerald eyes,
once a source of comfort, gone. The constant feeling of loneliness,
abandonment and despair. The infrequent acknowledgement from the one man
he wanted to please the most. His large, empty bedroom, a glass prison
meticulously outfitted just for him and his boundless solitude. The
feeling of the crisp air in his lungs and the burning in his legs from
the very first time he sprinted and jumped across Parisian rooftops to
see how fast he could go. The thrill of watching the girl in red who was
meant to be his other half, brilliant and beautiful, rescuing his
childhood friend from certain death, formulating ingenious strategies, and
defeating a magical giant made of stone. Sheer pride at seeing her
succeed against her fears and become not just a hero, but a symbol of
goodness. The love brimming within his heart, spilling over into what used
to be emptiness. How can such a broken heart still house such great love
and kindness? Her eyesight became blurred by tears, unbidden and
lasted merely an instant but it felt like a lifetime, and the teens
pulled away from each other as if they’d been shocked by electricity.
Neither made a move but continued to stare, the tears kept flowing, and
Adrien choked back a sob.
They had found each other. Partners, yes, but also something more.
The light to his darkness.
The calm to her chaos.
Something rare and wonderful had been gifted to them and fate had allowed them to meet and become complete.
jolted forward, wrapping her arms around Adrien’s waist as tightly as
she was able, wanting to offer whatever solace she could, the comfort
and love he so desperately needed, fiercely determined to try to make up
for all those years of neglect and loneliness.
He clung to her
as if she would disappear at any moment, almost convinced that this was
too good to be true, too wonderful, too miraculous.
protectiveness and devotion consumed him, not understanding how he could
harbor such intense love for someone he didn’t know. But he did know
her, and she knew him.
More than anyone else in the world ever did.
umbrella lay forgotten on the pavement as the two teens embraced in the
rain, not noticing or caring that they were getting drenched, for the
love that was shared between them was more than enough to keep them
On the pitch I like to have Iniesta close, especially if the game is strange, tough or rough. I tell him: “Come close, stand by my side.” He grabs the team, drives it, looks for me, gives it to me. He’s a modest person and as a player is magical, everything he does with the ball is amazing.