Fionna's eyes began to open when the sunlight streamed into the attic. Marshall lee was safe because it didn't touch his skin.

His face was slightly swollen from crying. Fionna noticed this and woke up with a start-

She cupped his cheek with her hand. "Marshall..."

She called gently. He took a moment to reply.

"Fionna, I can't do this. The man you described there, he is not me."

The blonde looked confused with her half opened eyes and messy bed head still atop her head. It all became clear when she saw her diary open on the ground.

"What do you mean, not you? I don't even mind that you saw what I thought about you,

about us. As long as you can forgive me, I will be ok. Why are you so upset Marshie?"

"That man in there is perfect. Perfect muscles, no temper, he wakes up with perfect hair, and sleeps with out a snore , strong arms and no flaws. He is not awkward, and-"

He held his breath for a moment holding back what could be tears:

"hes not afraid to loose you"

-A/N-

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