You had lost everything. All the miraculous. You had lied to Chat Noir, pushed him away, treated everyone horribly. And now, Paris is doomed. Hawkmoth has the miraculouses. You sob to yourself about how you lost everything, that you’re the worst guardian to exist. When you suddenly hear that warm, loving voice.

“…You haven’t lost me, m’lady…”

There Chat Noir stands, holding his hand out to you as the rain pours all around you both. He had a soft smile on his face. He loved you more than anything.