summary: “I want to show you what you’re missing out on. That you’re forgetting the soul you did manage to raise is able to live on, and is now a loving father of his own.” Marinette didn’t look up from the photograph. “If you had bothered to read any of his letters, you would know that little boy in the photograph is ours, and he is alive.”
a/n: Been a while since I wrote anything proper for this fandom. Not sure how long this piece will be, but I had a basic idea. Hope you enjoy. ^_^
Once a peacock in a gilded cage, Gabriel Agreste had been reduced to nothing more than an aged pigeon trapped in a crown of barbed wire and self-regret. It was almost pitiful the way he hung his head in shame, refusing to look at her from across the table.
A pile of letters, untouched, were at the centre. Each one neatly folded.
“…Why are you here?” His voice was barely above a whisper. “Did he send you?”