Inspired by the song "Hello" by Adele, here's "Broken Heart". Enjoy!

It's been years since Blossom last saw her red-eyed counterpart. Things had ended between them quite roughly. It made the Puff's heart ache every time she thought about it, and she knew that somewhere out there, the leader of the Rowdyruffs felt the same way.

There'd been a lot of hurtful words; angry emotions that just bubbled out of them, and they'd both left in opposite directions, too angry to even glance back, hoping to never have to see the other for the rest of their life.

Blossom had broken down into tears afterwards, crying into her pillow with the bedroom door locked for the rest of the night. She knew she was forcing her sisters to fight over who got to sleep on the sofa because they knew she wasn't going to open the door anytime soon, but frankly, at that moment she didn't really care.

The last thing she needed was to let her sisters in and have them bombard her with hundreds of questions she didn't feel like answering. What she needed was a night all to herself to cry her eyes out without anybody asking why.

And Brick had turned into a moody grouch ever since, plastering a dark look permanently onto his face. He hardly ever went out anymore, refusing to socialize and often locked himself away into his room. Sometimes he would stay cooped up in there all day.

God knows how he managed to get a job...and a pretty fancy, high-class one at that, too.

Now, almost ten years later, things changed. The Powerpuff Girls weren't together anymore and the monsters of Townsville seemed to have planned their retirement... The joy of aging...

Their bond had obviously thickened over the years and they were still as close as ever, but life had separated them by a super-important degree, happy marriage, and a distance of a couple hundred kilometers between them.

Blossom had moved out into her own apartment after high school, because her old home brought back too many memories, aching memories, of when she and Brick were together. The Puff couldn't bear it anymore. It hurt too much.

Buttercup moved out to Citiesville two years later to be closer to the college she was going to attend. Yes, Buttercup was going to COLLEGE, after everybody thought she would call it quits on her studies when she finished high school (Blossom had always said she was a good student; if she actually used her brain, for once).

Bubbles, still the ever so sweet and caring girl, decided to stay where she was. Not necessarily still with the Professor (He was getting older but he wasn't that old yet; he could still manage life) but a couple houses away in a small and comfortable house with three rooms. She'd married Boomer a few years ago and they'd been super happy ever since.

Every time Blossom and Buttercup would come to visit, the green Puff would tell them she just knew from back in middle school that they would end up together one day.

"Remember? You guys were the cutest couple back then," Buttercup would say.

And whenever she did, Bubbles always told her very sweetly that she was avoiding talking about her and Butch. And every time, Buttercup flushed and her cheeks reddened considerably as she protested indignantly.

They were nothing more than friends - "Best friends," Boomer would cheekily add as Bubbles giggled- and that was that. But everyone could see they were getting closer each day, no matter what Buttercup said, and Buttercup knew it.

Blossom sighed wistfully. She could have also had something like that if she hadn't thrown it all away back in senior year of High School. Her heart throbbed as her eyes stung and her vision became blurry as she tried to blink back the tears that were threatening to spill. She missed him. She'd do anything to have him back.

But time doesn't stand, and enough years had passed to build big changes in life. She just hoped it changed further for the better this time.

Once upon a time, he was a leader, a fearless leader. The leader of one of the two most powerful groups ever to exist. He was Brick, someone who people were dead-terrified of. Someone who's name sent them trembling. Someone everybody knew to stay clear of. Someone nobody messes with, because he was Brick, leader of the Rowdyruff Boys.

Now, he was just a lonely man who wished more than anything to travel back into the past and fix a life-long mistake he regretted.

Brick had heard that his younger idiot of a brother, the third triplet of the Rowdyruff Boys, had gotten married. To the blonde Powerpuff, no less. The Ruff snorted. So obvious. They were practically crawling into each other since middle school. What was her name again, Bubbles? She sure was bubbly; completely in sync with his brother.

Brick had originally wanted to go the wedding, but couldn't due to some important meeting that came up...and also because he knew Blossom would be there.

It wasn't that he was still mad, no, he missed her more than anything. Her smile, the way she laughed, it was making him go crazy at how much he wanted her back.

You could say it was his inner cowardice at work.

Brick felt ashamed of everything and just couldn't bring himself to face her, watch her heartbroken and crumpled. But that was four years ago.

Now, though, things took a little spin upside down. Brick felt stressed out. The longing and the thinking and wondering were getting too much for him to stand. He was sorry. He couldn't be sorrier than he was now.

Who cared what people said, his heart still felt broken, even after all these years. He'd tried to move on, forget about everything and start over, but it never worked. Because deep down, Brick knew he couldn't ever love anyone else even if he wanted to.

They were destined to be together. He was made for her. They were made for each other. If only he could see her again.