"So...you really do love Flame Princess?"
The room was in silence as the bubblegum princess awaited for an answer from the boy she was sitting in front of. She knew he would say so, but there's no harm in asking just to make sure.
Even if it was going to break her heart into a million pieces, the shattered ones never going to be mend again.
Finn looked into her beautiful purple eyes, and then he saw—the sadness in those eyes. The sorrow, the guilt, the disappointment. How could she not be? He had given her the chance, she was the one who didn't take it. He saw in the far corner tears were forming in them. But should he care? She had always pushed him away, made him cry, and only rarely does she return his affection for her. So should he care?
Yes.
However hard the pain was, he should care. Because she was a person. A person with feelings, emotions—she can get hurt and sometimes she needs a comforting shoulder to put her head on. Maybe the reason that she didn't return those feelings is because she was too afraid to screw up—but that coud only mean worse if they got into a relationship.
If ever they got into one. It seems unlikely, but there's still a faint of hope.
A faint of hope that was slowly—but surely—fading away. Every minute he spent time with his new love, the more of that hope gets ceased...until there was nothing left but a missed opportunity.
The chance she didn't get, the chance that she rejected.
"...Yes."
The answer hurt, especially if it came from his mouth. But it was all her fault. She was given the chance not every ordinary girl had before, but she just threw it out the window like some old bubblegum wrapper. And before you knew it, that wrapper would be trotted on forever until it rots altogether.
It was all her fault. She should've found another way to stay in her little angel form, but no. She just had to give up so easily.
She should have found a way.