The car finally crashed to a stop somewhere between the road and the brush. Glass that was once whole, sleek, and transparent, now resembled her mom's attempts to make snow cones. Half of the ice would be snowflake like; the other half would be small chunks of ice. There would be enough strawberry syrup to flavor the ice, had the syrup not gotten on the table, her mother's hands, and her dress.
The red soaked the pink fabric of her dress, spreading like the rumors that rang throughout the high school halls. The spreading of both wasn't pretty, pleasant, or good by any means. She had thought she could trust this one friend, but the girl went out and told everyone. That sure wasn't the way Bonnibel wanted to come out of the closet. And of course everyone had to create their own version of the story, each was always worse than the one before.
The red was the same color as the love of her life's bass guitar. It reminded her of all the nights she would sing to her. One of these days Bonnibel hoped that at the end of a song, her lover would pull out a ring from the back pocket of her jeans, and ask her to spend the rest of her life with her. She would say yes, and they would kiss, and it would be romantic and beautiful.
Bonnibel was lost in her beautiful daydream when all the colors faded into black.
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Marceline strummed a few cords on her red bass guitar, as tears fell on to the hem of her red shirt. She set her bass down and twiddled with the ring she wore around her neck. The ring was something she had wanted to give to someone special not too long ago. She also had the girl's special gold necklace with the little blue pendant. But for fear of losing it, put it in a special box on the mantle.
She never got to marry the girl, and a lot of people gave her crap because of it. "You two weren't married, so a lot of her stuff you have belongs to her parents," one person had said. Another had said "Wasn't she just a girlfriend of yours? Honestly you act like she was your wife!" Others had said hurtful things as well. Marceline wanted to slap them. But she wouldn't let those thoughts take over her memories of her lover.
The sky was clear and the light of all the living and the just recently deceased stars glimmered in the sky. This was a night where Marceline would sing to her someone special. Tonight see wanted to sing to her, she wanted to give her the ring, she wanted ask her to spend the rest of her life with her, she wanted to kiss her and make her happy.
But she couldn't, because now her lover was just a beautiful daydream for her to get lost in.