Lords of the Playlist
Authors note: The Powerpuff girls do not belong to me and as always, they have human appendages.
Greens ages variate between late teens/early twenties.
Track 72: Creep – Radiohead
She was gone.
Butch glanced around the apartment that they once shared with bloodshot eyes, taking in the crushing emptiness that surrounded him.
The apartment was quiet – far too quiet – scarily quiet. He wasn't used to it.
The reason being that he was the only one in the apartment. He was here, and Buttercup was gone.
It wasn't anything new – she had left before as had he, but this time it was different. This time it was permanent. He didn't need anyone to tell him that – he already knew.
It was nothing new. They'd had massive fallouts before certainly, but this one was far worse than the others prior to it. They had been on the fence for a while now – each fight they had becoming gradually worse than the last, until they had reached their breaking point.
There was no reconciling, there was no recovery. They were finished.
And he could honestly say that he felt good with it.
He couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't keep fighting with her. It was becoming too much. They could only punch each other so many times before they both felt numb. They could only let so many hatful words slide until they got stuck – and now they were both tired of fighting.
They just couldn't do it anymore.
Which is what had led him to where he was now – she had opted to leave their shared apartment, and he had stayed behind – along with all of their memories.
He sat on their bed and stared aimlessly at the bare walls as he tried not to let his emotions consume him. He was better than that. He knew he was better than that. He was a Rowdyruff. He was above pathetic feelings, those were for humans. Rowdies were practically demigods. Rowdies didn't miss Powerpuffs, and they certainly didn't cry.
It was fine. He didn't need her. He was better off without her. He didn't miss her. He felt better without her anyways.
He forced a smile across his face as the tears he had been holding back finally spilled down his face. His shoulders begin to shake silently as the tears fell fast and soundlessly – the smile never leaving his face as he quietly broke down in the middle of the empty apartment.
He was fine. He was fine. He was fine. He was… just… fine…
Maybe if he repeated it to himself enough he'd believe it.
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XxX
When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special