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he sun bathed the greenhouse of the Agreste house.
Between the hanging plants and the steamed-up windows, Lila stood near a rosebush, watching Adrien speak calmly to a botanist's assistant.
He laughed lightly. A genuine laugh.
But it wasn't for her.
She smiled anyway.
Like always.
Like she'd learned to.
"Do you want to stay a while?" Adrien suggested, approaching. "We could draw the shapes of the flowers.
I thought it was fun, kid." She nodded. But when she sat down beside him, a cold draft blew past the back of her neck. She shivered.
Adrien didn't seem to feel anything. "Are you okay?" he asked. She said yes.
But in her mind, something had gone wrong. Why was I cold, even though the sun was beating down on the window?
Why this sudden silence between two heartbeats? That evening, she reread a letter she'd written but never sent.
A letter to Marinette. Not to apologize. Not to insult. Just to tell her:
"I finally understand what you wanted. But me... I chose love. And you, creation." She didn't know why she was thinking it. But the image of Marinette, standing on a stage in New York, crossed her mind. Not like a memory.
Like a deep intuition.
The next day, Adrien took her to an antique shop.
A small jeweler, specializing in antique watches.
He wanted to give her a pendant with a secret message, a rotating capsule.
Lila was touched.
But when the jeweler opened it to show her the mechanism, she saw, engraved inside, three lowercase letters:
"MDC."
She suddenly stepped back.
"Is something wrong?" Adrien asked.
She shook her head.
"No, it's perfect... it's just... a detail.
But those three letters...
Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
Why were they there?
Why was this jewel calling her without ever directly naming her?
That night, she dreamed of an endless staircase.
And at the very end, a figure bent over a sewing machine.
Marinette didn't turn around. But she said, in a calm voice:
"You can keep it all, Lila. Really.
I don't need to shine anymore…"
But be careful: when you build a world without rivals, you lose the shadow that defines the light.
Lila woke up in a sweat.
And in the sky, Hatreious were watching.
Not like A judge.
But like an explorer of truths.
The scales tip.
And the grains of sand begin to weigh.
Interising yet more Interising, The shadow grow and the first world start to fallen like the life of a regular phone.
WHAT IS WILL BE YOU NEXT DESEPRATE MOVE LILA ROSSI,
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