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AN: Re-written, no flames please. Reviews appreciated. Thanks. Sorry in advance for any mistakes.

Chapter One: Rose

It was a quiet snowy evening, in December. The sky was littered with enormous grey clouds, nearly blocking out the moon's glow. The silence was dull in the darkness of such a jolly month. This silence was disrupted by the growing rumbling of clouds over-head. The city of Townsville had grown through the many years and it seems many things had happened in the absence of us observers. A scream echoed in the silence of the city's suburbs followed by several crashes and shouts of anger, sadness and frustration. Closing in on the Utonium residence, the sounds get louder and more destructive. Shattering glass, breaking furniture and self-harm. Through the pink circular window stands a dishevelled red-headed girl of 16 years old.

"I Hate You! I fucking hate you!" the girl shouted, tears escaping like waterfalls from her rose-coloured eyes. Light seeped in through the crack under her door. She turned around in fury, glaring at the door. "Fuck off! I'm fine! See? Just fucking peachy!" she screamed, picking up the closest thing and hurling at the door with nearly enough force to smash the door to pieces. The light disappeared, but the presence did not. Something vibrated and flashed lights in the corner of the destroyed, dark room. The girl's eyes narrowed yet again as she headed towards the object. Floating above it, she picked it up and read the name flashing on the screen. With a sneer, she blew onto the phone softly, as it slowly froze. Throwing it up and down a smirk slipped onto her lips. She then threw the phone through the window, smashing the pink glass into a million pieces. Glass flew everywhere piercing broken furniture, walls and skin.

"Awwwwh Brick, trying to bring back precious ickle Blossom now are we? Well maybe you shouldn't have been such a fucker." Blossom's rose coloured eyes darkened. "Trying to cover up all the pain and sadness you inflicted on me? So everything will be okay? Well bitch, surprisingly they're not okay." She pulled out the tiny shards of glass, as she ranted to anyone who would listen. "Happy Christmas Fucking Brick" Blossom collapsed on the shattered bed, her anger depleting somewhat. Ignoring the blood dripping out of her numerous cuts, she curled up into a ball trying to hide the ever flowing tears. The cuts started to heal up slowly due to her powers. She sighed irritably as emotions built up inside of her. She felt her heart beat calm down and squeezed her eyes tightly as she tried to think of something, anything but Him.

"Idiot" she got up, her dull eyes searching the room for a distraction. A non-violent distraction, until her eyes rested upon an untouched pink book. Floating over to the book, her eyes narrowed with hatred. 'Don't you dare Blossom! This holds everything that will cause you to explode again, unless you want to go nuclear, don't you dare pick that goddamned book up' her consciousness screamed, but yet she reached down and picked up the pink book. "You're such an idiot Blossom." She whispered, flicking through the pages and as she did a piece of paper fell out. With her quick reflexes she caught the folded piece of paper and stared at in her hands. "Idiot"

She unfolded the piece of paper, her insides screaming at her – telling her not to – but she couldn't stop herself. Her hands moved against her will and opened the piece of paper which made her feel so happy and yet so sad. The writing was unbearably familiar, slightly blurred and creased. It was a love letter to her, from just more than a year ago. There was no need for her to read as she knew it off by heart like she knew anything else. Her fingers held the old, crimpled paper delicately as her tears fell over the few words.

Blossom,

I Love you

It wasn't really a letter but a note. But those words meant a thousand to her. Tears fell onto the paper as it got crushed in her hands, her head sagging forwards in mute defeat. She hated herself, so much for loving him and him alone. She knew no one would compare to him, her heart ached at this fact - knowing that he was no longer hers. She dropped the note onto the floor and walked back to her bed. Her stomach ached for food she hadn't eaten in so long and her body ached from the stress and abuse she caused herself.

"Brick, how could you, no why? Why did you do this to me? Can't you see that you've destroyed and ripped apart everything which I am? Did you even really change at all, so this was all to complete your goal when you were 6? Why?" She sobbed, gazing out at the raging storm outside. The heavens felt her rage and depression. She floated over to her circular window, gazing up at the dark skies, a deep sigh escaping her lips. 'Why couldn't she just move on? This happened every time Butch and Boomer came over to see bubbles and Buttercup. She threw a tantrum like a four year old and acted like a brat when the left and ignored them when they were here.' She felt disgusted with herself; she was being selfish and treating her - happy - sisters like shit. 'I wish I didn't love Brick or I wish Brick wasn't such a cheating bastard or that life was calm and peaceful with no pain or sadness'

"I'm sorry Bubbles, Buttercup. I'm so sorry for being such a bitch, an overreacting one. This has gone on too long. I love you, you too Professor." She mumbled as she flew around her room, changing into a pair of pink skinny jeans and a black turtle neck with a pink tank top over the top. Opening her window slightly, she looked back at the door of her room. Wincing at the sight of her room, she turned back to the world outside and flew away into the night.

If anyone in Townsville gazed out their window they would see the pink Power puff's pink streak shining against the dark sky. The rain was calming down into a gentle downpour, as our distressed pink puff flew away from Townsville. This puff didn't notice this until she felt the air and rain get colder and colder. She looked around her as she flew, her eyes widening in mute happiness. It was snowing for the first time in 6 years in Townsville and for the first time that month, a smile graced the puff's lips.

"Snow"