I'm sorry. I just can't do it anymore.

Marco entered Star's room. To his surprise, he found everything gone, except for a small note.

It's not anyone's fault. It's mine. I let my feelings get the best of me.

Marco quickly went and picked up the paper.

I just wish I could've tried harder to stop this feeling. This loss of will.

He picked up the paper, reading it with a worried frown.

This horrible feeling. I hate it. HATE IT. It tears me inside. I just want to get rid of it. And there's one only way.

Marco ran outside of the room, and ran down the stairs three at a time.

I should have told you to your face. But I couldn't, so I'll do it here. Marco, it started at the Blood Moon Ball. I couldn't help it. I couldn't help the feeling.

He ran outside of his room, and ran across his backyard to the shed.

Seeing you with Jackie made me realize two things: I was in love with you. I couldn't help it. And that you don't feel the same way. That's when this terrible feeling started. This loss of will at life. I was tired of living without you. Tired of knowing that you'll never love me like you love Jackie. And I know it's selfish of me to feel so jealous of you two.

Marco swung the door open, and to his horror the scene before him proved that he was too late. Her long blond had dried blood on it. Her neck had a long gash across it. Her wrist had several cuts across them.

Just know it's not your fault. It's no ones but mine. I should have known better to have opened my heart after what happened with Tom. I should have sealed it with a cage of ice, not letting anyone steal it. But you did. Or, more accurate, I let you steal it. And I told you about the feeling. I hate it. It gives me so much pain. And I don't want it. I want to get rid of it. So I'll admit it here and now. I love you, Marco. And I know that you don't love me like I love you. You never will. After two years of dating Jackie, there's no way you'll love me.

Marco felt tears stream down his cheeks. How could he have been so blind about her feelings towards him?

So, I'm going to end it all. It's the only way to stop the feeling. Please, call my parents. Tell them I have failed. I have let them down. There's no heir to the throne of Mewni. No Star Butterfly, queen of Mewni. And no king. I don't care anymore. I made a decision, and I'm going to end it. Just know, Marco, that I love you. I hope you never forget me.

He gently picked up Star in his arms. The gash on her neck was still bleeding. Her wand seemed to be her weapon, as there was blood on it. His vision blurred. And what he hated was that she was right. He didn't love her like she had loved him. He buried his face in her long, soft blond hair.

With lots of love, Star Butterfly.

She was gone. His best friend. And he didn't think that he could take it. He hated that he couldn't love her like she loved him. And he didn't think he could live without her. He looked at her wand beside her, its blade covered with Star's blood.