I don't own PPG.
Drabble One
Pairing: ButtercupButchPrincess
Prompt: Valentine's Day
It wasn't the odd notes left around the house that made me see that he was fucking her behind my back.
Nor was it the suspicious phone calls.
Or his absences from the apartment for several days at the time.
Or the way he always said my name halfheartedly, like he was going to choke on the words. Like he wanted desperately to say something else; some other girl's name.
None of the signs were enough to convince me that he was fucking her behind my back.
I had to come home from my father's funeral and hear him shouting her name – panting – pleased, quite obviously – in love with her, quite obviously – and I almost threw up.
So for the first time in my life, I ran.
And I cried. I vaguely wondered if the fact that he fucked her and probably was still fucking her was reminiscent of the fact that he, indeed, was created to destroy me.
I saw reds and whites and pinks as I sat on a park bench. It was sunny and bright. It was perfect for Valentine's Day.
A couple kissed, and I was ready to rip their hearts out and watch their lovely red blood spill across the evergreen grass.
He ate my heart. His life's purpose was complete.
He had succeeded in the demolition of a Powerpuff girl.
This is exactly what they (him and her - the very thought made my brain numb in anger) wanted. I shouldn't be surprised.
After all, a Princess always gets what she wants.
Especially if that Princess is a Morebucks.