/37/ Mist
It was one of those rare days that a light mist covered Ooo. It was overcast and cloudy, with light rainstorms on and off during the day. Days like this, Marceline would show up at Bonnibel's window with a small gift and lunch for them to share.
But, not anymore. She hadn't seen Marceline in months following their breakup. She tried not to think about it, occupying herself with experiments, and research and otherwise locking herself away in her laboratory.
Despite pouring over her books and taking notes, she kept finding herself looking at the window. She sighed, tucking her pen behind her ear and making her way over to the window. She pressed her palm against the cool glass, unlatching the lock and pushing it open. She felt a soft pang in her chest when there was no vampire to be seen.