After Robin's Death
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Buttercup rarely cried. But when she did, tears from her pretty green eyes would fall non-stop.
Her sobs could be heard throughout the room. Everyone around her couldn't do anything to make her feel better. They couldn't imagine how it would feel if they were in her shoes. They couldn't imagine her pain…
They wanted to comfort her and tell her things to make her feel better. But they stopped themselves because they knew no amount of comforting hugs or words could make that pain go away. After all, her best friend did die within her own arms.
The next few days, her green eyes produced nothing but tears as she held a photo of a smiling Robin. She couldn't help but blame herself for the brunette's death.
A thousands of 'if only's' floated inside her head.
'If only I arrived there on time…'
'If only I didn't…'
'If only I just…'
Her body shook as her sobs became rapid.
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Blossom's position as the leader limited her from doing a lot of things.
She had to set an example for her sisters, she had to stay strong for the three of them and she had to fight the temptation of breaking down at the brown haired girl's funeral.
So that was why only a few tears were allowed to fall from her coral eyes as the dark casket slowly descended towards the ground.
She cursed Mojo for involving the innocent…
She cursed him for his pathetic reason for doing so…
She cursed him for killing one of the very few people who genuinely cared about her.
Thanks to that accursed monkey she lost the only person who could tolerate her habits…
Who could handle her perfectionism.
who would willing enough to remain wide awake at two in morning just to listen to her silly rants about her sisters immaturities.
Who was kind enough to remain her friend despite knowing her dark side.
And now she was gone and never to be seen again.
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People expected her to cry. To cry her eyes out like she normally would but Bubbles didn't
Unlike her two sisters, tears never fell from her turquoise eyes. Not even once.
She didn't feel angry at Mojo for her best friend's death…
She didn't even feel sad…
And most certainly didn't feel happy about it.
But the only thing she did feel was empty.
She refused to believe that the green apple loving girl next door died.
Even after she saw with her own naked eyes her friend's lifeless body inside the black coffin.
Maybe it was because unlike Buttercup she never saw her die. So she never got to experience the torment her raven haired sister had to go through.
So she out of the three Puffs acted as if nothing had happened. As if her best friend never died.
Because in her head nothing did happened to Robin…
In her head Robin was safe and full of life.
So as she cooked lunches for her sisters and for herself. She never forgot to cook an extra one for Robin.
As her graceful hands carefully wrapped them into for different packets, Blossom couldn't help but feel worried about her own sister sanity.
And Bubbles' own unusual laughter didn't make the orange haired girl feel any better.
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The hell am I doing with my favorite characters lately? Why I am torturing them?
First came Buttercup being dumped by Butch…
Then Boomer not being loved back by Bubbles
And now I just killed Robin!
What is wrong with me?