Huh. This is a new tone for the girl nicknamed "fluffy". It was a personal goal to write a story without any names in it, and not confuse everyone reading it (including myself)... And I suppose it was a goal of mine to change things up, tone-wise, too. Have any comments? I (like many others) welcome reviews with open arms. Enjoy the story.


I suppose I should start from the beginning, to tell you how I got myself...him...everyone into this mess... To tell you how my prying cost me my best friend...How my funny, adorable honey bear was killed because of my mistake...

It was stupid, he tried to explain things me, and I left. I left and he died. Damn it...just damn it all...

Damn that bee for setting her sights on what was mine.

Damn that witch, why wouldn't she just stay down?!

Damn that bear for being so lovably clueless...

Damn this bird... I stuck my beak where it didn't belong, and ended up abandoning the one good thing that I'd been given in life...

Have I mention that this is my fault, entirely?

He wouldn't say that, though. He'd blame himself for things beyond his control... Weather too poor to go out? 'Sorry', he'd mutter. Catch a cold trying to appease his little sister in said weather? He'd just apologize again.

But what if I overhear his conversation with that queen bee? What if I took things the wrong way, and simply walked out of his life slinging insults as I went? What if I stayed gone for two years?

What if I was the reason he was killed?

Even with all the evidence, he'd say it wasn't my fault. He'd smile and offer a few words, meant to comfort me, but not the best suited to the occasion. It wouldn't matter though, he meant well.

My bear existed to make others happy.

It's hard to believe someone as positive as that, no matter how annoying it may have been at the time, is gone.

That bear. My bear.

I can still see that bony hag towering over him, the weakness in his limbs, how blue eyes flicked towards me and a tired smile spread over his features. He didn't watch as the witch fired the spell that killed him.

He died with that stupid smile on his face. Watching me.

I should still be able to see it. After all, it happened just yesterday. I picked a great day to come back home, didn't I?

I was going to apologize, believe it or not. I was going to apologize for running out like that, for stinging him with nasty comments as I left. And...most of all, I was going to apologize for taking two whole years to figure it all out, to understand how I myself felt and why I acted the way I did.

I was going to tell him that I loved him...

But I got him killed instead.

I guess they were right in saying "You always hurt the ones you love"...