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Chapter 1 (Fionna)

Fionna's pov.

I sat down on Marshall's really, really hard couch. I wonder if he even bothers to use it. I was still waiting for him to come back from whatever he was doing. I arrived a few minutes ago. It was still weird with the business with Marceline. He had ignored me when we got back. He never had any colour in his eyes. He just seemed unhappy. I knew he was trying hard for my sake. But I couldn't really get over that. Every time, I look into his eyes. I don't see myself, I always see someone else. I can't forget that dream. I can't forget everything that's happened and say nothing happened. He had too much history. And I nothing. I wonder now. Does he regret coming back? Did he come back for the sad human girl that really liked him so he took pity. Is it because of that. I know I'll never amount to anything in his eyes. Tears started dripping down my face. The clear ache in my heart pained me farther. I couldn't breath. I... I...I wasn't Marceline. I didn't know how to play music other than ballon music. And... I was a human. For glob's sake. I wasn't immortal. I can't live for ever. Someday I'll lie I'll in my bed or be eaten by some monster. And he won't give two strawberries about it. I don't think. I bang on his table." Why didn't he just... Freaking stayed." Fi?" I looked up. He was back. He look alarmed. I rushed out banging my arm on his. He grabbed a hold." Fi?!" He asked now panicked. I glared at him. And ran. Sweat poured down my face, the ache was still there and I couldn't handle it. So fell. I breathed in and out. Holding on to my knees seem to hold me together. I didn't want to see him. Last month's memories flew back into my brain. "No." I screamed. It hurt to remember.

There was a rustling in the bushes. I got up. " Come out and fight me coward." I said. There was a growl and a hiss before I found myself pinned to the ground." Marshall get off." I said irritated. "Yo, what's with the breaking into the house?"" Uh." I struggled but he had an iron grip on me." I was going to talk to you. I mean you've been ignoring me ever since we got back and you act like a sad old man for glob's sake? Do you regret it now Marshall? About coming back? Why didn't you just stayed. I have a feeling my life would be so much better if you were just gone. "" Gone?"" Yeah." I sucked in a shaky breath." Why did you even come back. Did you take pity? Huh? Cause I don't need it. I know full well Im human, I don't need reminding."" Fionna, listen. I came back because I wanted too. I wanted to come back." "Well, you needn't have to to.". I refused point blank to look at him in the eye. I couldn't bear it to see Marceline again. Not now. "Why won't you look at me anymore?" He asked softly. "Because... Because I can't bear to see Marceline ever single day in your eyes. When someone says her name you're eyes light up. Heck when anyone says anything that connected Marceline to you. You smile like crazy. I can't spend every single day. Wanting you and you... Just." I shook my head." Not wanting me back. " I finished the sentence." Well. I don't want to lie to you." Then go. I don't care Marshall. Remember that day you tried to find me. My words haven't changed. I don't need you to break my heart again. It's already un repairable as it is. Now go." I didn't let him see my face. I thought he was going to leave. I thought he done . But no.

He put his hand on my face. "Fionna, I love you. Why can't you believe me?" I shook my head." Believe me." He wrapped his other hand in mine. And pressed his lips onto mine. For a minute or so I was in bliss. But then the same routine came on. Marceline and Marshall in the forest... Them kissing, them playing music. Them, together. Together. I broke away. His face a mask bewilderment "I... Can't." I backed away out of the forest. "Fionna?!"

"Baby." Cake ran over to me and embraced into a hug that smelt of catnip." What's wrong?"" I don't wanna talk about it."" Baby, talking will make you feel better."" Not in my situation." I trudged upstairs ready to plonk myself on my bed. There was that single rose I found. Lying hampy pampy in the vase, I stroked it. Feeling as close to Marshall as I could get without him here. I really wished he was here.