I hated the feeling of being alive. I wasn't even really alive but I guess that's what made it so bad. There was a tight vacuum in the area between life and death, and I was living in it. As I was pondering bitterly about my existence, I heard a small knock at the door. Grudgingly, I floated closer.

"Who is it?" I yelled out at the door, trying to sound as menacing as possible.

"It's m-me, Bu-Bubblegum," the stuttering voice replied from the other side.

I sighed; Bubblegum and I have history that goes way back. Still, I knew I would always love her. I was just forced to do it from afar. I opened the door to a still-shocked Princess.

"Yeah? What do you want?" I retorted at her. I wanted to make sure she wasn't under good terms with me. She slowly looked up at me.

"I want you and I to talk about our relationship." She had a new tone of voice now. It was commanding. Maybe in another time she would have succeeded in arousing me but, right now, I was too angry.

"You're the one who hated me! Remember? Or do we have to go through it all again?! " I couldn't help myself as hot tears began spilling over my cheeks.

"Look, can I come in and we can talk about this like royalty."

"So you tell me that I'm too monstrous for the public and then acknowledge my royalty?" But she had won this fight. Even though she broke what I had for a heart, I couldn't say no to her. She walks in past me and makes herself a cup of tea.

We sit together in awkwardly, with only the sound of our sipping breaking the silence. Finally, she lowers her glass to the table and pulls out a piece of paper and a pencil.

"I'm conducting a project that requires me to study love. Since you are the only person I've dated, therefore my only resource, I will have to question you extensively." She talks with her regal tone. I hate it. She's even turning this into something stiff and professional?

"One moment, please," I say with a sticky voice, "I need to go to the bathroom." I flash a sarcastic smile, mocking her regal tone she's been using. I rush to the bathroom, hoping she didn't notice the tears welling up in the corner of my eyes. In the bathroom, I splash some cold water on my face and tell myself to quit being a pansy. I walked out and allowed my mind to remember.


Short paragraph is short. Sorry! I didn't know how to extend the introduction... I promise that the other chapters will be longer! I plan to devote one interview question (one memory) to each chapter. Constructive criticism would be nice, I'm new to the site. Thanks for reading the (painfully short) chapter!