A/N This will be a Marinka Future Fish fic, angst, comfort and many a fluffy feel a head ^^


When The Bubble Bursts

Have you ever blown bubbles? With an actual bubble mix? Have you stood and watched in awe as those delicate spheres' floated towards the heavens? Wondered as they captured the light so perfectly that for a single moment they seemed to hold all the colours within them... the way they hang in the air, no rush, no urgency, just a simple almost childish pleasure that brings out the joy in the situation and brings a smile to people's faces.

You can never be sure how many bubbles will come from a single blow or how long they will last. Some are larger than others and occasionally some will join up. If you're lucky you can catch them again to add to them, making them bigger and more durable. But sadly you can never be certain how long they will last… and in that way, bubbles are like happiness.

You can never be sure how many happy moments you will experience in life or how long they will last, but that doesn't mean that you should turn your back on them, much the opposite.

Enjoy those moments, catch the light while you feel that high, because you never know when the bubble might burst…


A/N Foreboding Prelude any one?