Chained Letters

Never mind I'll find someone like you. I wish nothing but the best for you too.
—Adele

I was getting sick of it all.

I hate the fact that you're both so happy while I feel like crap.

I hate the fact that I almost killed an innocent life just because of my emotions.

I hate the fact that I even let those emotions get the best of me.

I understood the reason why we broke up. I understood every word you uttered but I just couldn't help but let my anger and bitterness cloud over me.

I knew that you did it because it wouldn't be fair for both of us.

We just couldn't go on like that.

You couldn't pretend anymore. It wouldn't be fair for me and for you.

We couldn't pretend that we actually love each other. We couldn't pretend that we were both happy. Because you clearly weren't.

I've been a bitch. I know that now. I should have treated you better, and then maybe you wouldn't have fallen out of love and fallen to someone better.

To someone like her.

The moment when I realized you couldn't look at me in the eyes anymore, I knew you were slipping away from my grasp.

I knew I was losing you when you would stare at her longingly whenever thought I wasn't looking.

I appreciate the fact that you were man enough not to cheat on me.

I appreciate the fact that you broke up with me before going after her despite the uncertainty of her feeling the same way as you. But that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. Because God knows how much it hurts.

I'm clenching my chest right now as I'm flying to nowhere in particular. I loved you, you know. I still do. Despite the fact that I don't want to let you go, I have to. Because you deserve the best and she's the one who can offer you that.

I've always envied her you know. She was always loved by everyone. Always called the beautiful one. She was always noticed by everyone, while I stand on the sidelines watching people coo at her.

I always got angry at her. I would insult her for being the weakest, despite knowing that that wasn't true. I was just so jealous of her and I couldn't see why everyone liked her so much.

But now, I can see why .

She's one of the kindest people on Earth. Sure she wasn't perfect she does have her moments of viciousness but her kindness outweighs them. As Blossom and I save the city in order to be praised and respected, she saved the city because the city needed us.

The reason I'm writing this letter Butch is because I'm afraid.

Isn't it ironic that the Toughest Fighter, Buttercup Utoniom, is afraid of something?

Sadly it's true. I am afraid. Afraid to say two stupid and meaningful words in person.

I'm afraid because I know you'd stop me. I know despite our break up, you'd still care about me and in your own way still love me, but it's just not the kind of love that I would have wanted you to.

As you read this letter, I'm sure Bubbles is sitting beside you, probably crying and blaming herself. Tell her that she's not the one to blame because she never did anything wrong.

As you read this letter Butch, I am miles away from here. Away from this city and its evils, away from everything that reminds me of us and ways from you. I'm letting you go, setting you free. You better love her better than you have loved me because I know she will love you way better than I ever could.

Goodbye Butch.

Love,

Buttercup

P.S.

If you break my sister's heart, I'll come back and hunt you down. And please tell Pinky not to freak out so much, I can take care of myself thank you very much.