What Is Love?

by thecakehater

What is love? Is it to be seen? Or is it to be heard? If it suddenly touches me, Would it hurt? In this series of drabbles do not expect reading only your color-based couples. I won't write only the overly used couples like The Reds, Blues and Greens but don't worry I'll write some of them just not all of them.

11. A Paradox

A Paradox

By: The Cake Hater

You and I are just too differently the same people living in this two-dimensional world.

She knew that look. She was aware of its hidden meaning. Those dark bright eyes tormented her throughout the day. That piercing stare had made her uncomfortable but she didn't plan to stop her from doing it. Because she too have been doing it.

Shame thrummed through her system when she realized the awkward beating of her heart. She shouldn't be feeling this. It was wrong, so very wrong.

She was supposed to be the leader; she was supposed to be the good role model. She was never supposed to feel anything from her enemy.

Two weeks ago, everything was okay. Her repressed feelings still remained repressed, just the way she preferred them to be.

Two weeks ago, everything was in perfect order. Her schedule was still perfectly followed. Her composure still wasn't ruined, just the way she preferred it to be.

Because two weeks ago, those said feelings were still unreturned. Two weeks ago, she wasn't aware of their mutual feelings. So now she wishes things were just as simple and perfectly ordered just like two weeks ago.

A lot of people would expect better things from her, which was understandable since she was after all one of Townsville's most respected people. To them she was flawless, invincible, untouchable…

But if they would just look past her intimidating aura and her almost perfect appearance, they might see her as a pathetic lost soul.

Blossom Utoniom, the leader of the Power Puff Girls, had a secret. a secret darker than Buttercup's ebony locks. She fell in love with a forbidden fruit.

That said fruit and her are a perfect definition of a paradox. Everyone would expect something like this to happen to Buttercup or even to Bubbles, but never her. She was too smart for this to be done by her. To be felt by her.

You see my darling readers, Blossom Utoniom fell in love with the ever vicious Berserk.

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She was a fruit as rotten as fate itself… and Blossom was nothing but a confused butterfly captivated by its unruly stench. Together they form a paradox of ironic love and forbidden glamour.