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Chat Noir, well Adrien stands at the edge of the Eiffel Tower with only one hand from preventing a direct fall. He lets himself close his eyes and feel the wind touch his face, body.

Sometimes he thinks of letting go and just, fall. But not now, there are so many things he needs and wants to do and say.

He promised himself that he, things would get better and in some way, they have.