Buttercup woke up and rolled over to see her husband gone. She sighed. This was the tenth time its ever happened. And when he's gone it takes forever for him to come back. He never stays overnight anymore. He always had the same reason. "I am a investigator,honey. I need to work on my cases or they'll can my ass." He stopped giving her good-bye kisses and hugs like he would. Instead of Butterbutt or babe he'd call her honey or sugar. At one point he stopped all together. He would just leave when he needed to. Buttercup had gotten use to this behavior. She beliveved him one hundred percent even when her sisters started to say he was cheating on her. She didn't believe they would try and convience her that Butch would do that. Blaze would come over with Bruiser and their kids to comfort her. But it never did work. She'd just fake her happiness. Without him there was nothing to be happy about. Nothing.

This time, This place
Misused, Mistakes. Too long, Too late
Who was I to make you wait
Just one chance Just one breath
Just in case there's just one left
'Cause you know, you know, you know

She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. She slowly got up and walked downstairs. She looked around the large empty house, a growing feeling of loneliness coming at the bottom of her throat. She shallowed her saddness and dragged herself into the kitchen. She heated up the stove and filled up a pot of water. She sighed that feeling was coming up in her throat again. She placed the pot of warm water on the stove. She couldn't push that feeling down. It was a sickening feeling she couldn't handle.

That I love you,
And I've loved you all along
And I miss you
Been far away for far too long

Butch angryily shoved the files into the messy drawer. He had been here since midnight. He had to leave his flower alone in that empty house. He sighed. I need to keep this job, for us. He thought. But, was it worth it? To have a job where that created a distance between them. His brothers had once actually tried to convicne him Buttercup was cheating on him for revenge! He never could talk to them reasonably after that. His flower wouldn't betray him. She would never hurt him. As in his mind. He looked at the picture on his dimly-lit desk. The perfect picture. Their wedding picture. Buttercup was in a light green silk dress with white lace trimmings, holding a bouqet of buttercups, blushing red. She had put on a light amount of make-up and her silky black hair was flowing out. Butch had on a black tuxedo without tails, a white dress shirt and a forest green tie. His hair was pulled into his signature childhood cowlick. The perfect picture.

I keep dreaming
You'll be with me
and you'll never go

He always dreamt of the two together. Him and her,hand in hand,forever through death and destruction. It never happened though. One would always be gone while the other stayed alone in the big dull house. He thought it'd be different once they got married, yet they never reached the climax. Hell, there was a slim possibly of them having kids. They figured out long ago about Buttercup's condition. She had polycystic ovary syndrome. It meant there was a very small chance of being able to convieve a child. The others thought it wasn't a big deal to the two free-spirits. Others always guessed they didn't want kids. But the pain they felt when the words came out of the docter's mouth crumbled their world. They stayed strong though, they wanted to be confident, like it would get rid of the disease, but no. A disease is a disease and pride is pride. He grabbed the picture quickly and shoved it into his briefcase. He bashed in the metal desk making papers scatter everywhere. He picked up the crumpled desk and threw it at the wall. He grabbed his briefcase as he stomped out of the room. He ignored his fellow officer' yells and slammed open the front door, walking out in the cold rain.

Stop breathing if I don't see you anymore
On my knees I'll ask
Last chance for one last dance
"Cause with you I'd withstand
All of it to hold your hand

Buttercup choked back tears. Her vision was becoming blurry for some reason. She blinked again and a cold tear rolled down her cheek. She didn't want to cry. This wasn't the end of them. It couldn't be. Why would someone put them together only to pull them apart? She closed her eyes and sighed. She needed to keep calm. She opened her eyes, but her vision was still blurry, almost smokey in a way. She sniffed the air to find a scent of fire flowing freely. She turned, wide-eyed, to the stove. A bluish-orange fire was speading on the cabient. "Shit!" She screamed. The fire seemed to almost run as it crawled to the floor. She stood up rigid and ran out of the kitchen. Damn the fire and the big house! The hallways looked longer, growing in length with each step. "Butch!" She cried out.

I'd give it all, I'd give it all for us
Give anything, but I won't give up
'Cause you know, you know
You know, you know

Butch flew angerily in the boggy, rainy morning. Frightful words struck his ears. He knew that lovely voice anywhere. He sped up, powering through the heavy rain. He squinted his eyes as he saw a bright, firey light. Their house was on fire. His eyes widen and he dove to the ground. He landed creating a large dent in the earth, buut he ignored it. He ran inside the fire-devoured house. He burst through the doors still ignoring a stinging pain.

That I love you, And I've loved all along
And I miss you. Been far away for far too long.
I'll keep dreaming you'll be with me and I'll never let you go.
Stop breathing if I don't see you anymore.

She looked around in sheer terror. Fire covered every inch of the house. She tried to run forward, but she fell through the floorboards. She fell on her head onto the floor. She fought back the over-coming urge to pass out. She wasn't going to give up. Butch would be hurt and she wasn't about to give up. Large slabs of the ceiling fell on her causing more pain to flow through. She didn't want to give up, but the pain caught her in a trap. Her eyes fluttered close as the darkness consumed her mind.

So far away
Been far away for far too long
So far away
Been far away for far too long
But you know, you know, you know

He frantically searched around for her. "Buttercup!" He screamed. There was no reply, but the echo of his pained cry. He ran down the firey halls and yelled out her name. Each and every time was no reply. He tore at the walls, hoping to find her. He pushed past debris and called her name. He kept running, still yearning to know if she was okay. He stopped in front of an oddly large pile of dust. A soot-dushed hand stuck out of the pile. He dug and threw large pieces of drywall behind him. Buttercup was spawled on the floor, looking like a pile of ashes. He picked her up and covered her with his treachcoat. He flew upwards and busted through the ceiling, flying high into the sky.

I wanted
I wanted you to stay
'Cause I needed
I need to hear you say
That I love you
I have loved you all along
And I forgive youFor being away for far too long
So keep breathing
'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore

He descended to the soft green earth and placed her on the ground. The rain began to wash away the ash from her pale skin. She looked paler than usual and didn't move. He shook her lightly. She didn't awake. "Buttercup! Wake up!" He cried. The neighbors stepped out and saw the two in front of a now burning stack of wood. He put his ear to her chest. There was no reassuring beat to comfort him. He lifted his head and put both hands on her chest. He pushed down, compressing her chest. 27,28,29,30. He checked again for a heartbeat. He still heard nothing. He was going to lose his flower at the worst time possible. He lost the job he did for them the house they lived in, and he was about to lose the one he did it all for. He was going to have the life he could have taken from him, a knife in his heart.

Believe it
Hold on to me and, never let me go
Keep breathing

He put his mouth over hers and pushed air down her throat. He tried again and again. He pulled away to check again for a heartbeat. No heartbeat still. He pulled her close and cradled her in his arms. He looked at her closed eyes. The feeling of self-hate and guilt washed over him. He pulled her closer, and put his face in the crook of her neck. "You can't leave me, Buttercup." He whispered softly. "You can't." He whispered sadly. "You can't, you just can't." His voice raised a bit as he stroked her hair lovingly. "You can't, you're not allowed to!" He said angrily and gripped her tighter. He squeezed his eyes shut and rocked back and forth. Sirens sounded as the loud vehicles appoached. He sobbed silently, wetting her neck.

Keep breathing
Hold on to me and, never let me go

Buttercup opened her eyes to see complete darkness. His sobs filled her ears, but she couldn't see him. "Butch!" She yelled back. He didn't seem to notice. "Butch!" She screamed back. You can't leave me. His cry caught her. "I'm not leaving you!" She shouted and ran towards his voice. His voice became fainter and fainter. "Butch!" She cried. She fell to her knees and covered her face with her hands. Her heaving sobs mixed with his cries of angst

Keep breathing
Hold on to me and never let go

A fireman ran up to the two on the ground. "Sir, we need to take her." He said calmly. Butch looked up with a fire in his eyes. "I'm never letting go."

Me: I wrote this because today my first boyfriend broke up with me and I felt depressed. But nothing like a sad story can cheer you up!
Greens: 0.o
Me: Hmph, they do make me feel better... I don't own the puffs or ruffs! Remember, make some suggestions!