Hey guys! I know I have been updating a lot lately, because today I had literally nothing to do and am extremely bored.
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Here we go, another chapter. Warning: This chapter contains mention of suicide! Don't stop reading from this though!
"Branch!" Poppy stormed up to the bunker and burst in. Branch had luckily already applied the blueberry to his hair, but he wasn't expecting Poppy and would've screamed if he could because he was dressing and only had his shorts on. He covered his bear chest, because he is not used to having no shirt on around anyone except his grandma, unlike Creek.
She laughed. "I see you're ready for the day. I need to talk to you. Now. A serious talk." Uh oh. What if she had fallen head over heels with Creek again? He hoped it wasn't the case but why else would she need to talk.
He held up a finger to her and stalked slowly towards the elevator, lowering himself down to retrieve a pencil. The other one had been broken in half last night when he was writing and sat on it accidentally. That made two broken in one day. Not a good start.
He had made sure to drink plenty of water and take the medicines the doctor had ordered. One of them was a thick syrup, like wet cement.
I swear, doctors have no taste whatsoever. The bottle said it was cherry flavour, but heck, it tasted of wet cement!
As the elevator went up, he braced himself to be dumped. He was ready for Poppy to say she didn't think it would work out. That she loved another. Maybe even saying that she wanted him to rot in Hell.
What are you saying? Poppy said just yesterday she loved you.
Brace yourself for the worst, brother. His mind replied. He chuckled to himself at his foolishness. Maybe it wasn't even about breaking up? It might've been false hope, but he had to do what he had to do.
As Poppy came into view, she seemed almost.. scared? Nah, why would she be scared? It made Branch wonder if maybe she had to deliver some other type of news.
They sat on the couch, criss cross from each other so they could look into each other's eyes, according to Poppy.
"Well, Branch.. Promise me not to get mad?" She began, taking his hand in hers. He nodded curtly before she continued. "Well, I know while I slept you retrieved your notebook, but before that, I was just curious, you know?" Oh. Oh! "I just.. wondered if you had wanted me to read it. But, after an entry, I realised I shouldn't've read it. I am so sorry. But.. how are you a murderer, Branch? I don't believe that you could ever murder anybody." He snatched his hand back to be able to write. Poppy looked hurt until she realised he was left handed. Then she smiled as he quickly wrote.
Poppy, I would never purposely murder anybody. But, here's the truth. I have killed two people, Poppy! I am sorry. I am responsible for their deaths. She read, her eyes wide.
"Whose deaths?" She asked, sounding like she wanted to comfort him but felt too scared.
My grandmother. This is my stupid punishment for stupidly singing loud and for not realising a Bergan was attacking until too late. It was all my fault I shouldn't've been singing at a time like that. And now, she's gone. I have no voice. My voice killed her. See? So karma.
My mother. She died giving birth to me. She died giving me life. So, how could that not be my fault? I have yet to have punishment for that.
"Branch! How can either of those deaths be your fault? Seriously, Branch, those deaths are not your fault!"
He began writing a protest, and they argued on for a while on this topic.
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Really, I'm not? He wrote.
"No, Branch. It's not your fault." She stood, and Branch stood with her, putting a hand on her jawline, massaging her cheek with his thumb in circles. It felt as if they were the only two in the world.
'Thanks.' he mouthed, as she stepped a small step closer.
He put two fingers under her chin, bringing her closer still. He swept a bang gently behind her ear, and so badly wanted to tell her that he loved her.
Their lips quivered, inches apart, noses brushed with every soft breath. Branch was the one to (finally) close the gap. His hands tangled in her soft hair, her hands tugging on his vest, pulling at him hungrily for more. The small gasps of air was the only sound audible to the ears in that still room. Poppy's hands moved to wrap around him and pulled lightly at his hair. Her lips parted, allowing him entrance. His whole body shook with emotion, with the love for Poppy.
He pushed her away before he lost all control of himself.
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Poppy untangled her hands from his hair and felt a.. sticky substance on them. She sniffed her hands. Blueberries. His hair had been stiffer than before, and she realised something. Branch was there, the tips of his hair charcoal black.
"Branch.. How could you not tell me?" There was hurt in her voice, and it was hurt badly.
Poppy, I just.. didn't want you to worry. I am just really shaken up right now. I am so sorry, Poppy. I am fighting, for you. I should have told you earlier, I know and I am sorry. Please don't be mad.
Tears were forming in Branch's eyes as he handed her the notebook.
"Branch. There is nothing you can say or do to say that you didn't trust me. Okay? I can't be with a guy who doesn't tell me everything. You didn't tell me your throat hurt. I let that go, but now.. Just no! You and me. We. are. Over." She cried out, tears running down her face. He grabbed her arm, but couldn't talk. She smacked his hand and ran from the bunker, limping slightly from the previous night's injury.
He fell to his knees, sobbing, and his skin turned grey.
Branch walked up to former King Peppy, handing him a note, asking him permission to marry his daughter. After him telling him 'yes' and he scrolled a 'thank you,' he sent back to his bunker and began working immediately. He took the rosey-coloured diamond and began shaping it, polishing it to perfection. He created a pure golden mold, and fastened the diamond into place. He carved the word 'Poppy' on the inside, in very small print.
'I love you Poppy,' he said to himself, not able to speak them aloud. 'You will be mine, I have made you this to show my love for you. How did I get so lucky?'
He finished it off by gently placing it into a velvet box. He had gotten the twins to help him, to disguise their hair as a cloud so she would look away. When she would turn back, the box would open and say the words 'Will you marry me?' in Branch's voice (the twins had made it two weeks before and recorded his voice, which he found odd but laughed at the thought) and, of course, a ton of glitter would be barfed out, revealing the ring.
'All for you, my love.'
He walked down the river, holding the carefully crafted ring in hand. He looked at it one more time, and heaved it far across the lake, not knowing it had hit someone who had been walking along it's path.
Creek felt something hard hit the back of his head.
"Hey-ow! Watch.." His voice trailed off when he saw the shimmer in the light, the beauty of this hand-crafted masterpiece. No one could deny that it was an engagement ring. A beautiful one at that. Something on the inside caught his eye. One word. Poppy.
"Why did Branch throw this priceless ring away?" He gasped. "She said no!" He ran down the slope, jumping over the water with his hair, and found that instead of the Welcome! mat there was the familiar Go Away! mat.
"Branch!" He called. "Open up!" He knocked on the boulder for a solid twenty minutes, and his hand felt ready to fall off.
"Alright, there had to be some way Poppy always got in. Hmm.." He spent all day looking for some sort of button or lever, which there was none. The sun began setting when he felt the ground disappear beneath his feet and being sucked into the Earth.
"Is this it?" he called, totally scared. "Is this how I die?" Then he realised he was in some sort of bunker.
The familiar grey troll was glaring at him, and threw a wadded ball at him. He caught it with his hair and read it.
Creek, why are you here? All day you've been trying to get in. Why? I just wanna be left alone, so let me rot in peace.
No hard feelings, Branch
"What the- rot in peace?!" He just nodded. "But why?"
None of your business.
"Poppy say no?" He asked, and held up the ring.
She didn't trust me, I guess. I mean, I blamed myself for the death of my mom and grandma, and everything going on. From everything going on, between worrying about you, sorry I am still Mr. Paranoia, and my voice being gone forever, I just.. lost hope. She is the liar. She said she would always be by my side. Guess she meant until I make a mistake. I don't really know, but all I know is my life means nothing without her. She is my only source of joy. Literally. She restored my true colours. They stayed because she was always by my side. I wanted to make it more official, show her how much I love her, and bam! Before I even ask, she dumps me. Life isn't even worth living.
Creek's heart fell as he read the words the Troll that felt as though a brother to him felt this way.
"Branch?" He had gotten up and just stared at the wall.
He flipped to a clean page and wrote.
Give Poppy this page. Tell her it's all her fault.
And Creek felt himself being pushed out of the bunker.
"I still can't believe he lied to me!" She yelled and pushed the pillow that she had been punching away from her.
"Poppy, did you let him explain himself? Maybe he was hoping to get things under control. I mean, everything has happened within 48 hours, Poppy. Have a bit of respect." DJ Suki tried to reason with her friend, but she was steamed.
"No, because this is unforgivable!" She flopped onto the couch after pacing for a while.
"Did you ever think how Branch is reacting?" The colour drained from her face.
"Oh no!" Her voice was small. "Branch!" She cried out.
A knock was heard on her bedroom door. It was none other than Creek, his teal to green hair sagged a little under the stress.
"Poppy, this is from Branch." He gave her a folded note, his purple face grim. "He told me to tell you that it is all your fault.
Dear Poppy,
I thought you loved me. I really did. I see that was all a lie, I guess. I love you, so much, Poppy. So much I wanted to spend my entire life with you. I had hoped, only hoped, that you would say yes. But, of course, you decide to dump me, which is where we stand now. I would like you to find a man you truly love, and know, it is all your fault, Poppy. No need to sugarcoat it. If you want the truth, here it is. I am dead because of you. I live to make sure happy. Must have not been enough. So, now I am dead to make you happy. Is that truly what you had wanted? By the time you read this, it is too late. And even if it's not, don't try and stop me, please. If you love me, let me go. If you don't, you don't even care that I am alive. So, either way you won't be stopping me. I love you, Poppy. We could've been happy together, but instead, you choose somebody else. I get that. I am not enough. Even though you don't return the affections, I can't say this enough times. I love you. I know you don't love me back, don't lie. You were my sunshine, my light, my only reason for life. Now that my light is gone, all my hope is gone. So, that means I am gone. Goodbye, for the last time, Poppy. Signing off for the last time, Branch
Tear stains splattered the page, the ink blurred, but she knew exactly what it said.
She shoved the paper at Suki. "I have to go stop him!" Fear riddled her voice as she ran. She let her heart decide.
She saw the silhouette of somebody walking, dragging their feet slowly, procrastinating. She knew immediately it was Branch. He took off, knowing exactly where he was going.
She must have chased him for an hour. It was dark and cold and she got tired. He must have been trying to lose anybody who might try following him, and if he didn't stop soon, it might work.
She made sure to stay back so he couldn't hear her movements.
She accidentally stepped on a twig, and quickly got down and disguised herself.
His face was tear stricken, and it was pretty obvious he had been running. His cheeks glew a faint grey from being tired. He shrugged, and kept running, making Poppy keep chasing.
They reached a ledge, and before Poppy could react, Branch hurled himself off.
"Branch!" She screamed, heartbroken, hearing her desperate attempt to get him back, to make things right.
I love writing cliffhangers! What do you think will happen? Thank you for everybody who has been reading! I appreciate all of your support! Love you all!
Also, bet you can tell that I have never had a boyfriend!
~GalaxyMegaGirl
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