Warning: This fan fiction will contain a lot of swearing and (maybe) rather mature scenes in later chapters. - Reader discretion is advised.

"My eyes sting, and I have a lump in my throat.

I hold in my breath, as I try not to choke.

All these cruel 'jokes', and all these mean people, they don't understand how their words make me feel.

Today I realised you don't care anymore, but you probably never did anyways, so what was the point in it all?

I act like I don't care, even though I do, deep inside it hurts, what did I do to you?

Sometimes you have to give up on people, not because you don't care, but because you realise... they don't care for you... " Mumbling each word softly under my breath, I sat back onto the grainy smooth sand; slowly strumming a calm rhythm on my guitar, enjoying the icy cold feel of the metal strings on my skin. I stared out at the vivid blue water that lapped at the beach, and the pure white sand that contributes to it's sheer magic and beauty. I closed my eyes and began to relax, feeling the cool wind dance and leap through my hair.

"Marshall?" I jumped at the sudden voice, only to relax and stop everything on seeing who it was. Gumball. A small sincere smile crept onto my face. He was as beautiful as ever, and his scent lingered in the air; Sweet, like sugar plums.

"Hey, Gumb-"

"We need to talk." My heart immediately stopped at those words, his tone of voice was dull and serious, this is bad. What did I do? What did I say? Has he found someone else? Someone better... Sweeter?

"Marshall!" He yelled, snapping me out of my panicked thoughts. I scrambled to my feet, dusting off my clothes before taking a deep breath and looking him in the eyes.

"S-so what's wrong?" I asked nervously while cracking my knuckles, scared of what the answer might be. He looked down at his feet, as if pondering a reply.

"I can't do this anymore," he lifted his head slightly, peering at me through the bangs of his hair. "It's over, we're done." My heart instantly broke. I stood there shattered, staring at his emotionless face. I tried to say something, anything, but nothing came out. The silence was almost deafening. He took a few steps back from me and began to speak, "You will be ban from the kingdom as of tomorrow, please never speak to me again." With a sigh he spun around, "Goodbye, Marshall.." I stood there looking dejected, unable to utter a word as I watched him leisurely walk away.

I floated over to my bed and practically pounced on it before cuddling into my soft red and black pillow. I felt utterly desolate and heart-broken. I've never felt like this before. It hurts. A lot. I raised my head slightly as I felt a warm, wet, salt trickle down my pale cheeks, burning everywhere it touched. I raised a slender finger to my face, touching the unexpected liquid. My eyes widened in astonishment and disbelief.

I can't bear to see him like this anymore. Swiftly I turn around and began to walk away. I left Marshall standing there probably confused, sad, and angry. I felt horrible. I bit my lip, fighting the urge to go back. I let my head fall, giving in, as I slowly and silently made my way back to the kingdom.

I sat on my balcony with my head between my knees, letting the guilt wash over me.

"Did you do it?" A deep husky voice asked from behind me. I stared back at the man and nodded with a blank face, "Yes, sir.."

(A/N: alright so this chapter was kind of boring and kind of rushed but if I do continue this fanfic, this chapter is important. Anyways, should I continue? It would be nice to have some advice/tips/suggestions kind of thing on how to improve it. Thanks ! )