A breakup that ended in chaos. A night spent with a close friend that left him wondering if his decisions were correct if his judgement made any sense. She had to whisper to him words of sombre comfort in the hopes that he would leave with the smile he once held. Back to normal. The reality of the situation hit her like a truck at that moment, and she realised she had the ability to say something.

His black hair was fading back in from the purple it had been dyed with, and she believed that the mixed colours suited him better. He looked like some sort of punk-rocker or emo band lead to her, without the need for some sort of dark getup. He was just himself. He and his boyfriend had been at ends for around the past two months, right around the time when he started checking up on her more regularly. It felt good to finally have a friend who cared, but she knew that she was the cause of the end of their relationship.

She didn't understand how Fredrick had seen her as any sort of threat to his territory, she refused to act on any feeling of love that she got. Her first real love interest was the best showcase of that fact. She never told him directly how she felt, and he left her. He left her for a girl that made him feel things he always had a hard time truly describing, but nonetheless, she understood.

She was no threat to their magic, and she honestly wished that Bonnie had just spent his time with Fredrick instead. It was Bonnie himself who insisted on checking in on her at all. She knew she'd been the subject of each argument as it went along, the both of them eventually growing to hate each other more and more. It saddened Spring, to say the least. She always thought they were cute together, that their relationship was beyond perfection.

Bonnie liked to claim that there were other reasons that the breakup and arguments took place, but she knew the reality inside. There had been a more watchful eye from his brunet boyfriend, and his hawk's eye wasn't exactly subtle. His lear was obvious, and his gaze felt intense each time she came across him. She had to smile nervously and hope he didn't wring her neck.

Not that she feared death as it was, she welcomed it at times. She didn't believe she had much to keep living for, there was nothing left for her. Everyone around her had found their happy mediums, their lasting relationships. Every time she would try to pipe up she'd just get shot back down again. Whether it be because they had their eye on someone else or were with someone else already. She never fell in love with someone that she could never pursue. The one she loved now was here, laying silently in her lap, questioning his own decisions.

"I already miss him so much," he said weakly, as he vainly tried to hold back tears. "I won't get to feel the way he held me every night, those occasions of our own heated lust fuelling us. Not even those cute dates we'd have on occasion, where we'd just walk around and see what was happening around town. None of that can happen anymore."

"He seemed a bit overprotective to me. He wanted you for nothing but himself and didn't really let you have many friends outside of that," Spring replied.

"He always seemed to be fine with friends until I was friends with you, and I could never figure out why. He knows you perfectly well and knows that you would respect our relationship as you have this whole time. The one he should've been worried about was me. I don't know what's up with him."

"I don't know, either. Because when I do have feelings for someone, I never act on them. I mean, I never told Alfred straight up that I loved him. I hinted at it and said some things that he picked up, but I never outright told him how I felt. Was I wrong for it? Probably, but he found someone he could be a lot happier with. He had his sights set, and I didn't change them because it wasn't my place.

"Exactly. I just- I want to know what got into him, I want to know what I could've done to save the relationship. All I was doing was making sure that things were going okay with you, occasionally doing my best to just get you out of your apartment. I don't see how that equates to you and I trying to have an affair- I don't get it. And sure, there were other things along the way, but that was his main issue. I just wanted to make sure you were okay, for fuck's sake."

I don't know what to tell you, Bon. I think you made the right decision based on what you've told me, but it's clear that you don't think you've done right by yourself by breaking up. I'd rather you worried about what you wanted and not me, but I can't change you."

"I guess you have a point. Now that I've said it all out loud, I don't regret it as much. I'll still definitely miss him emotionally, though."

"Even though I've never had a relationship, I'm sure everyone has missed their exes a little bit. So long as it doesn't become obsessive, I think that's okay."

He sat up next to her, staring at the wall. He sighed before adjusting himself so he was sitting properly on the couch, leaning on Spring's shoulder. He placed his hand to the side of her arm as she remained still, blushing lightly. She didn't attempt to hide it, as it was obvious he wasn't looking at her face.

He closed his eyes as he yawned, the night growing older and older. It had been such an emotional experience for him that he felt spent, and was ready to turn in. But at the same time, he didn't want to go home. He knew his mother would tear him to shreds with her words, and he wouldn't be able to communicate with Spring for a while. He knew she needed a friend to check up on her, and he insisted on filling that position when no one else would.

"Hey, sorry for dragging you into this," he apologised. "You didn't need to comfort me in the middle of this, you didn't need to be involved at all. I know relationships are a soft spot for you, so I'm especially sorry for that."

"Don't be. We're friends, I'm here to help you if you need something just as you've done with me," she assured him in reply. "If you need someone to just sit here and tell you that you made the right decision, I'll be there for you. Anything you need, just come to me. You know I don't really have anything going on, so I'm open if you want to talk or something. I'll be here."

"I know, I just- I feel bad about trying to ask you for advice in this sorta situation because you aren't familiar with that kind of thing. It just feels wrong to bring this type of responsibility on you, and I just want to apologise for that. And apologise in advance for everything else that may come along."

"No, I get it, I understand how these sorts of things go. We're all human beings, we all have emotions, and some need friends to support them when they're feeling stressed or upset. I have been in that exact situation for most of my life, and I know what it's like to not have someone to be able to hold you up. It wears you down and slowly kills you from the inside. I wouldn't wish that upon anyone."

Bonnie went silent for a few moments, pondering his next action in conversation. He knew that there were things she'd probably never get to experience due to her nerves and her personality, and those were things he wanted her to be a part of. He had been her first kiss, but she had yet to experience a proper relationship and what came with that. He wanted her to be a part of that.

But at the same time, he knew he was trying to heal. He'd said that night that he loved her more than anything, but he wasn't sure if he could still stand on those words. He told her to hold him to it, but he didn't know if he could withstand that anymore. He knew she wasn't the type of person that would berate him about it, but he'd disappoint her, and it pained him to know when she was outwardly disappointed. His relationship had ended in shambles once again, so he figured that it was just the situation getting to him, and he'd be fine in time. However, he didn't want to jump in if he was going to feel this way for a long time.

"Hey," she started off again, pulling him out of thought, "it's getting a tad late. Do you think you should maybe go home?"

"No," Bonnie replied simply. "I don't want to go home, I don't want my mom to yell at me and keep me from going outside of the house for the rest of my life. I've been trying for so long just to get away, and that's what my relationship had become. An escape."

"Well, I don't know what I'm meant to do for you. I don't have an extra bed for you to sleep in, no guest room."

"I can get a blanket and sleep on the couch, at least for the time being. I still need to get some of my stuff from Fredrick's place, but not right now. Not tonight."

"I feel really bad about putting you in that situation."

"I put myself in this situation, don't feel bad. I felt like it would last forever, I should've known better. But I just don't want to go home and deal with that shit. At least not right now. Not until I feel better."

"Well, I can't really tell you not to, I just feel bad about it."

"As I said, don't feel bad. It's not your fault. Nothing to do with me has ever been your fault. Well, minus the time I kissed you on your birthday. That was your fault."

That got a short, quiet chuckle out of Spring before she brought her hand up to her chest, holding the gem of the same necklace he had gotten her. She smiled a bit before it faded. She remembered what he said, but wasn't going to force it on him. If he loved her still, he would be the one to initiate the conversation. She didn't want to press.

She wandered absent-mindedly into her room, not bothering to change out of her clothes from the day. She laid down and stared at the ceiling in the dark. What was she meant to do? Was this her chance to finally take her place in a relationship, to be the one to express her feelings at long last? Or was she just meant to be the support until he could get back to his feet and find someone he cared about more?

What was she meant to do? She was so confused and lost, with no way of knowing what to do. It was all too much of a blur, she wasn't ready to deal with what the consequences were for making the wrong choice. If she asked and he didn't feel the same anymore, would things be awkward between them? If she didn't ask when she was supposed to, would they grow distant and she'd lose him the same way she did Alfred? She didn't know anymore.

She was tired of losing friends so often, she wanted something to stay permanent. She wanted to know that she'd never lose him, she wanted to live in a world where friends weren't so hard to make, and she had at least a few that cared about her. Never without someone to tell her things would be okay.

She awoke the next morning with Bonnie shaking her awake. She cracked an eye open as he stood over her with a smile. His smile brought her to open her eyes fully and sit up. She felt his arms wrap around her tightly and his lips press to her cheek. Her face grew hot as she sat there in awe. His gesture on her birthday hadn't been an empty promise, at least, for the moment. Maybe he was still faking it but remembered to follow his own lie. There was a pressure on her shoulders, wondering if she had manipulated him into loving her.

"I know what's going on in your head, I'm not lying to you," he whispered against her cheek. "You're too cute and precious to lie to, and I'm very aware that it would just hurt you more than my honesty."

She placed her hands on his hips in reply, smiling silently as she turned her face to meet his. He pressed his nose to her, taking her hands and holding them up. Her smile grew wider, and ear-to-ear grin of giddiness forming. Butterflies in her stomach and worries taking shelter in her mind were pushed aside to enjoy this moment. It was the first time in a long time she'd felt something other than the biting cold of her insides. His body so close to hers gave her the warmth she always craved, the solace she wanted.

He knew that maybe he was getting ahead of himself, but after last night he felt like he'd truly gotten his mind in order. He saw just how awful of a relationship he'd had with Fredrick. And though he didn't regret it in its entirety, he knew that it hadn't been the healthiest time of his life. He kept it going because it was his first true love, the one he felt was perfect for him. They'd been best friends for so long, he was intimately familiar with him already.

But while they had their cute moments, their movie and dinner dates he adored, the social aspect of their relationship had become a hell on Earth he ignored because he enjoyed the former half. He spoke to friends less, and Fredrick more. When he was finally ready to break from that and talk to others, the brunet had been quite controlling. He always tried to keep an eye on those friends if they got too close. Spring had obviously seen that already, but it took her pointing it out for him to notice. Things had already gone wrong by then, but it made him feel better about what happened in the end.

"I love you, Spring," he whispered to her.

"I love you too," she replied.

"I promise you, I'll be with you for as long as I love you, and I will always do my best to be transparent with you."

"Thank you. I will do the same with you. I'll try not to hide it if something's bothering me, as I often do."

"I'm glad to hear that. So, what should we do first now that we're a thing."

"I don't know and I don't care, all I know is that I'm happy."

Bonnie stood up and smiled at her. "That's all I've ever wanted to hear from you."

Spring followed suit, standing. "Well, now you get to hear it."

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This is the final oneshot from this collection, as a number of things have happened to where I can't find the inspiration to write much for it anymore. So I feel like twenty is a good time to end it, as I have no more inspiration to continue. But, something in the future will come to replace it. Just trust me.