I always loved Gumball.
He could be annoying, snotty, and mean, but I loved him.
One day I decided to confess to him. Valentine's Day. A day everyone loved.
"Marshall Lee! Are you here for our Candy Heart Party?" You said so joyfully. I thought I would have a chance with you.
My heart beat grew rapidly and I nodded. It was okay, right? No. It wasn't.
We walked to the party. Everyone greeted Gumball as he passed. They scurried away when I followed. Am I really that bad...?
We all danced, sang, and laughed. Your laugh was so beautiful. Loving.
When the music slowed and everyone grabbed a loved one, I asked you to dance.
You agreed.
I put my hands on your waist, and you put your's around my neck. All was well.
You hugged me and told me you loved having me at the castle because I brought joy to you. You told me I was your best friend.
The slow dance dragged on, and I hugged you tighter. You asked me if something was wrong.
I said, "I love you, Gumball." You stopped your movements.
You looked at me in disgust.
You shunned me like everyone else did.
"You love me? Marshall, why not like some girl? Liking a guy is unnatural," you told me with your face still so very ungraceful.
I felt sick.
I nodded numbly and excused myself. I went to his balcony and cried silently.
You didn't come to see if I was okay.
You didn't care anymore.
When you came upstairs when it was late, you rudely told me to leave.
I asked if you still cared for me; if you still liked me.
You avoided the question.
My eyes grew wide when you screamed for me to get out.
I floated away, leaving You, the only thing I had to live for, behind.
The next day, I went to the forest to get wood.
I sharpened it to make a stake.
I floated to your room, knowing you'd be there.
I didn't even bother covering myself from the sun.
You looked at me concerned, but your eyes told me you didn't actually care.
I asked you if you loved me.
You tried to avoid it.
I asked again.
Avoided.
I screamed at you to answer.
You said, "No, I do not love you. I'm sorry. My heart is for Fionna."
That was it.
"Fine," I said.
"FINE."
I put the stake over my heart, and pushed with all my strength.
The last thing I ever saw was your hurt, confused, guilty face with the tears...
and hints of your love still there.
