Adrien I want to say I am extremely proud of you for ending your friendship with Chloe because after all the pain and suffering she has cause she deserve it and speaking of Chloe after she was exiled from Paris she try to bully Marinette one last time by using her alliance ring to call Marinette to tell her you are going to London but thanks to you telling your secret to Marinette before Chloe can Marinette finally stand up to her in a stone cold demeanor tone even using her quote against her which I am extremely proud of Marinette for doing. / @levecoli
β Hey - it's - it's more complicated than that. β The words catch audibly in Adrien's throat, and his face darkens, draws quiet and sheltered as he instinctively grabs one arm with his other hand, blocking his chest. All it really takes is hearing Chloe's name for him to curl in on himself, as if he could physically hold the conflict back behind his walls.
β Chloe is ... I know, I know the kinds of things she does. I know they've gotten worse the older we've gotten, but - β But the memories in his mind are in hypercolor and always have been - the few bright spots in a bleached white childhood full of cold walls and empty rooms. When his mother was busy - when his father wasn't there - there would at least sometimes be Chloe.
There would be sound and motion filling the cavernous estate, sunshine pouring through the windows when she'd pull the curtains open - she'd clean up the fingerprints he'd leave behind when they stole bites of intricately done desserts in the kitchen; she'd tell him about how rude and boring everyone was around her so she'd rather stay with him.
He'd believed without thinking that she simply - understood. That feeling of the walls pressing in on you, of never quite reaching the expectations your parents set for you - the silent hours you spend by yourself, thinking about the world outside your shut windows.
Ending their friendship was a kind of grief he was unfamiliar with. It was angry - why won't she stop ? why is she doing this ? - and terribly sad and it set all his nerves on fire to the point where he can't - he just can't open that door right now.
β ... There's more to her. No one is just one thing all the time - and no one deserves to be known for their worst selves forever. If she'd just - β Come to her senses. Apologize. Even ask for help, anything but this path of self-destruction that threatened to bring down everyone around her.
β I think she can still find a better way. I really do. β