Me, my room, my life seems to have just happened without me." It was as if I blinked and then everything was different. I thought something weird had happened at school, and remember feeling scared. We can call the doctor and have you checked out. She didn't like her confident daughter looking lost and terrified. She had grown so much over the last few years, becoming independent and resourceful. Marinette sounded scared and looked utterly lost. Sabine was accustomed to navigating her daughter's more dramatic moments, but something about her tone of voice made her realize that this was worth being truly worried about. Everything feels strange and different, I feel strange, like I don't know who I am!" "I don't remember anything since the first day of school three years ago. "Maman? Something happened, I don't remember." She looked towards her maman, feeling as if finally she might be safe. Her shoulder brushed against a shelf she used to have to avoid hitting her head on. Family photos she had never seen, an older man baking with her Papa that she didn't know. "Maman? Papa?" She called as she went downstairs. It was time to see if she could find out what was going on. She glanced back at the pretty little ukulele, the stringed mystery could wait. "I guess I should go down and see papa and maman." She spoke aloud into the empty room, and felt as if someone should respond, yet she was alone. No music books, no photos of her or anyone else playing a ukulele. Well, the last three years of her life were a mystery to her as well, but there wasn't anything about the space she stood in other than the instrument itself that suggested it had anything to do with her. The designs on the walls and the half finished piece on her mannequin felt safe, even if she didn't remember drawing or sewing them.īut the ukulele sitting on her desk was the strangest thing aside from the forgotten years of her life. There was even a photo of herself with someone dressed in a catsuit that looked to have been taken at the top of the Eiffel Tower. She had apparently met Jagged Stone, and hung out with a band called Kitty Section. And if the photos were real, she had lived those years. If the date was correct she was 17 years old. How? She dropped into the chair, unable to support herself when she realized that somehow it was three years in the future. And the mirror told her that she herself had changed. Photos of people and events she had no memory of were on the walls. She was standing in her room, with a note in her hand. I am so sorry, but I couldn't carry the burden anymore. And now it's going to be a lot harder than you ever dreamed. He didn't know what she was apologizing for, but he felt worried in a way he hadn't expected since the defeat of Hawkmoth six months ago. Luka found the note on his desk, written on pink stationary.
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