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"Dear diary, I guess I'm back again…"
Wrote Marceline in her tattered diary, it was bursting with torn pages and mementos from her past in the wreckage; a piece of thread, a soup can label and some pine needles. It felt sappy writing the clichéd "dear diary" again but…honestly this was the only place where she could be like this, her diary was where she could write all the things no-one expected her to say being the vampire queen and heir to the nightosphere. The truth was that day the ice king visited with an odd request to write music with her.
"Today … today Simon visited and …"
And what? As much as Marcy wanted to express her feelings she felt choked, all of that afternoon was like a blur, it was so surreal yet she had been dreaming of it for what felt like forever. She finally felt like she knew Simon again just for that moment when he sang all his thoughts about how she felt at that very dark time.
"I think Simon is remembering, today he looked at me with the same eyes I saw as a kid, it hurt a little seeing him in pain again as he realised what he had become … but it felt
Like the first step to him coming back…and being the caring man I remember so well,
The man who got me through the war…the man who just…just can't remember…"
"Just can't remember? Ugh that sounds so pathetic!" Thought Marcy as she scribbled it out. Her pen tore through the pages of the diary ripping almost every page of the last week to shreds.
"He's crazy! He is just a crazy old jerk now! He won't ever remember!" She thought as her eyes teared up and she threw the book to the floor, spilling the contents all over the room where only hours earlier the ice king's "lyrics" lay in a heap.
Marceline leaned back against the wall and began to cry. Tears rolled down her grey demonic looking skin and her nose began to run and her mind thought back. She could still remember his voice and kind words to her.
"Gross. You're gross."
"You're gross, Simon!"
"We're both gross darling."
Images of the smiling man flashed through her head. Conversations, their happiest and most memorable moments streaming through her thoughts like a bad dream with no end. She opened her eyes with a start as if trying to escape the nightmare and the world was blurry with tears, the room she saw phased in and out with images of the destroyed streets and burning buildings and she cried more and more till her throat was sore and her eyes began to sting, before falling asleep, almost expecting to wake up to Simon leaning on an old TV, falling asleep after looking after her all night. Maybe she would make him breakfast again … yeah, pine needles and deer guts would do the trick.