*Gumball P.O.V
The cold night air breezed slowly through the curtain into the room, passed the two cotton candy tree sitting by my window. It seemed that the ceiling had been watching me, laying on the bed, turning to my left, then my right then my left again for hours. Heat from the bed kept my body from resting. A sudden knock on my bedroom door scared the soul out of my body. Had my brain gone banana, or were there actual knocks on the doors?
"Can I come in?" That voice, it must be butterscotch butler. The silhouette became clear as she entered the room.
"Of course, something bothers you?" I replied. Well, she saved me from being dragged into the deep hell of my own thought.
"Funny thing is, my lord, I'm completely fine. But, are you?" She said it as she approached closer and closer until she reached the bed.
"Waa…wha...what do you mean?" I questioned her back. Tiny droplets of sweats leaked from my forehead.
"Well, I don't mean to be nosy and all, your highness" she replied with a quick pause.
"But it appears that I have noticed that you are acting quite weird these days. By weird I mean like staring at the wall with no interest in replying to cinnamon bun's question about who paint the sky. And I figured out you must be awake since there are rustling noise coming out of your room" she continued.
"Oh! That's so sweet little one. It just that my works kept growing and growing; and my behavior is just the products of my exhaustion" I said. Have you ever had that feeling when you say opposite things of the truth? Like when your consciousness is screaming out for help and you just bury that voice deep inside yourself.
"Then, if you have any problems, your majesty, PLEASE just let me know. If you just say it out loud, it can help a lot." She said.
"Of course, my butler, but I really don't have anything in my mind right now." I said.
"Ok, then I won't be bothering you anymore, my lord. Good night." She replied and left. Sigh, the night wind carried an oddly familiar scent that originated somewhere. Aha, it's the T-shirt that was given to me by Mar... I mean you-know-who. The softness of this shirt was really nice plus its wonderful smell made me feel kind of hazy. My brain reached the point of complete exhaustion, maybe it's time to shut down these machines. As falling into a deep slumber almost happened, a flash of memories started to play in my head.
"You… kept the shirt I gave you" Marshall seem so shocked when he asked me this. You dummy I couldn't just throw it away; after all it was from you. Sigh, does he really think that I hate him; and, that song, it started to play again. Ugh, I needed some fresh air. Removing these plants take quite the energy, but now there is nothing that can block me from absorbing these fresh night air. The wind mesmerized me with its unique sound. Hmm, sound, ground, darn it, why am I thinking about it again? I just…
[Sing]
La da da da da,
You wanna bury me in the ground?
La da da da da,
You wanna bury me with your sound?
You wanna drink the red from my…
[Speak]
Ugh, this is just too… you sicko. You made me feel so guilty. I never said I don't like you.
[Sing]
Sorry, I made you think that I'm a god
But, that is so much far from the truth
I know that I'm nowhere near perfect
And I thought that you understand this too
You might not be made of sugar
Yet, you sweet enough to make me want you
Are these why you think I avoided you?
Well, you never thought of other reasons, do you?
Cause you're just my problem
You're just my problem
It just I cannot show them, can I?
You're just my problem
Why you, of all people, said I'm cruel?
Why couldn't I feel anything but guilty cause of you?
Don't be sorry that you exist, cause I'll be lost if you not here
I no longer feeling angry; and I could have forgiven you
So… why couldn't I just do?
Why couldn't I just do…?
…Bury everything in the ground
Sigh