Marinette loved him.

S-she l-loved h-him-and all this time- all this time he thought she was in loved with Luka.his happiness now, according to me, can not be expressed in words.

Ever since he met her, every moment, every breath he thought of her.

His eyes moved across the paper- her handwriting. That paper it contained her words, her feeling. He could almost see her hand moving across the sheet. Closing his eyes he pressed it to his lips.

But it was difficult for him, after everything that had happened, to believe that she loved him. He needed to hear it from her, he needed to hear those words from her mouth.

He ran out of the compartment-only to crash into-