Thank you so much for all the love and support on this story so far! I am so glad that so many people seem to be enjoying this! Here is the next chapter, which many people seem to have been dying to hear the cliffhanger ending.

ThePokemonTroll21- Thank you so much, that means the world to me! I am glad you like that I have super fast updates. I will try to update at least a few times a day if possible. Sometimes, I may have a super long chapter! So, it depends, because I like ending on cliffhangers too much! *insert crying smiley face* I am so excited for your update!

FandomsAreLoveFandomsAreLife- I am sorry that my cliffhanger left your heart hurting! I tend to like cliffhangers. A lot. Too much. Here we go though, now you can see!

fiercegal03- Thank you very much! :D I am so glad many of you seem to like this!

thewarmsummer1230- Thank you! So very much! XD

BornOnTheBreakOfDawn- Yes, it was. Very creative pun intended *insert crying smiley face* Right? Thank you very much! I sure hope so too! Wait a minute..

Animal Girl1507- My favourite character is Branch too! And, you can see right here if he turns out alright. *evil laugh*

The painted lady of the leaf- Yup, that just about sums it up! :)

Warning! Mention of suicide below.

He couldn't be gone.. No! He had saved her from the spiders, she had to pay him back! She looked over the edge, and jumped, squinting into the fog to look for him. She curled herself into a cannonball to force speed.

She saw him.

She lurched her hair forward, and realised that she, too, would become a pancake!

She used her hair to pull him closer and grabbed him, quickly using her hair to soften the impact of their fall.

As they landed on the ground, she looked into the face of her ex-boyfriend, his face so pale and sweaty he looked almost ghoulish, he had obviously lost the will to live.

"Branch. I am so, so sorry! I should've heard you out! Now, you might be dead, and it's all my fault." She sat in that ditch for hours, hoping that she wasn't too late. She wept over his body, until the sun had begun to rise, giving her enough light to see clearly.

He was a mess. Cuts and bruises littered his body, because as he fell he scraped against the wall, and blood caked his hair and clothing. He was a ghostly shade of pale, and his heart beat lightly, it was clear he had lost all will to live. She would have taken him straight to the doctor, but she recalled something her father had told her. If a Troll loses the will to live, no doctor can help. You can only be there for them, and hope that your love is enough.

"Branch, I am so, so sorry!" She whispered as his pulse shrunk, and his breathing haggard even more, his heart beating less and less. "I love you with all my heart, I hope you can forgive me." She placed a kiss on his cheek, because if he lost his life, she wanted those words to be the last, his departing words. She vowed to herself then if he somehow did survive this ordeal, which she still carried that hope in her heart, she would never bring it up to Branch, so he would not have to remember the pain and sorrow carried in their hearts, the horrible pain that she was responsible. She vowed to herself if he died now, she would never love again.

The sun steadily rose into the sky, as Poppy grew weaker with guilt and fatigue. She felt tired, but refused to sleep a wink until she could help Branch.

She ran her fingers through his tousled black mane, wishing it was the royal blue, almost purple. She wished she had just had the heart to listen to her boyfriend's reasoning. Ex-boyfriend, her conscious reminded her. If he survived, she would feel unworthy to be this Troll's girl, she would never forget this moment in her life.

"Branch." She whispered, just needing to hear the name, one last time.

She began sobbing, until no more tears came. She never noticed how her lad's heartbeat began to grow stronger, how he began breathing more regularly, how a little more colour (though that colour was grey) came into his face.

She kissed his cheek, muttering "I love you, so much." under her breath to him. She couldn't stand the thought of anything happening to him. But, if you love them, you gotta let them go.

She fingered the engagement ring that had been taped to the note, in the bottom right hand corner. She slid it on her finger, and placed her hand on his heart.

Her eyes widened in surprise. She almost brought her hand away in shock, but her hand felt bound to his chest, as if his vest was a magnet instead of attire.

The ring glowed a fabulous pink, shining brighter than the sun, almost blinding Poppy. She couldn't move her mouth, or else she would have gasped at the bright light emitted from her rosey ring.

She gently placed her other hand on his right cheek. His eyes fluttered open, disoriented but staring at Poppy, in shock but filled with both love and gratitude. A shaky grey hand placed itself upon the bright pink one on his cheek. He moved his mouth to speak, but no sound came out.

A panted gasp finally came from her mouth when her lungs began working.

"Branch, I-" He put a finger to her lips lazily, and a bright pink light came from the ring, hand still bound to his chest, and it spread over his whole body. His cuts and bruises mended, and, from his cheek where Poppy's hand lay, his colours began to come back. Once the light finally faded, the sun was fully in the sky, and Poppy whispered to him one word.

"Yes."

He then pulled her down and kissed her, gently, but that was all he could muster.

Adrenaline, excitement adrenaline, coursed through her body, as she grabbed Branch, who didn't protest, and helped him to his feet, helping him balance with an arm around each other. She used her hair to bring them up the tall cliff, taking a few hours. Once they reached the top, Branch had begun to get some strength and helped her through the woods. He still needed her support, however, to not fall over.

Once they reached Branch's bunker, they collapsed on the couch, exhausted, and just slept without another word, even though thousands of words piled up, wanting to spill from both Poppy and Branch's mouths.

Creek woke up in a cold sweat. He looked over at the alarm clock, buried comfortably in the poufy comforter on the queen-sized bed in the guest room. It read 7:12. He might as well get up. He had extra work to do, wasting the day trying to get to Branch.. Branch!

Creek so badly wanted to read the letter that Branch had written to Poppy, with an extra weight. Creek had watched as he taped the engagement ring down onto the piece of paper. He had no idea what it read, but he had been having nightmares all night of what it may have read.

He leaped from the bed, running down the hall after slipping on the bright orange service vest, which clashed with the yellow pants he had fallen asleep in that night.

He didn't really care if he woke up Poppy or Peppy from the noise of his feet pounding the ground, because he had a thought. He was afraid for Branch's life, Branch's safety, and he couldn't let this tortured soul pass on. He had just got back, things were just beginning to clear up, and he couldn't let his best friend be gone, just like that.

He hammered down on the boulder. He came prepared this time, with a dagger, to cut away the Go Away! mat, and right before he brought it down, Poppy's face appeared there.

"Creek! Don't kill me!" She screamed, covering her face.

"Sorry! Was gonna cut my way in." He sheathed the knife and came in, seeing Branch curled on the couch, clearly awake.

"What happened? Is he safe? How is he?" He realised that the troll he saw there was no longer grey, he was blue.

"Branch is fine." She pursed her lips. "Now."

"What happened?" He asked quickly, walking over to the blue troll, eyes filled with fear and worry. Poppy only shook her head and walked over, placing a hand on his cheek, to show Branch comfort.

"Thanks for worrying about it." Branch nodded in agreement, still in a ball and eyes fixed on the armrest, knees budded and facing away from Creek and Poppy. "Now go back and get some sleep. Thank you for giving me the note. He wouldn't've made it through this ordeal without you. Thank you so much, Creek."

"Well, I was going to-" Creek began before getting cut of by the queen.

"Creek, you are forgiven. All I asked is that you tell me anytime he may seem down, alert me immediately. I cannot lose Branch. Now, go back to sleep. It is very early and you need rest. Every Troll needs rest." She ordered, and Creek departed of the bunker, still worried about the Troll's safety. He knew that they must've made up. He no longer had feelings for Poppy, and he realised should have told Branch of that sooner. He came back because he missed his friends, not because he loved Poppy. He realised that he felt Poppy more of a little sister than a lover.

He walked back into the royal castle and went quietly up the stairs, worried more now of Poppy then Branch. She had looked distraught, looked so concerned for her boyfriend.

He closed the door and rolled over into the bed, trying to sleep, but no sleep came to him. The sun steadily made more and more light stream into the room as he tried to have sleep overcome him. His thoughts wandered back to what had happened the night before. Did she stop him from committing suicide?

He gasped aloud. Did he leave Branch when he was about to commit suicide? At the time, he hadn't seen it, but now it was more than obvious to him! He felt the urge to cry, he could have been held responsible, as the last person with him. Heck, he even had the suicide note in hand! He didn't know how he could have been so oblivious. He should have realised it sooner. Maybe saved Poppy from whatever traumatic scene she had gone through.

On that happy note, he finally drifted off to sleep.

Branch knew that his colours had come back. Of course, the love of his life had almost died to save him! It was Queen Charming. He knew Poppy had loved him, but didn't realise she still did. He had not jumped out far enough and went unconscious from constantly banging against the side of the cliff, but the love Poppy had felt for him had somehow healed him of all injuries. All but one.

Poppy had yet to bring up the fact he had jumped off a cliff, but he knew it was coming. He was having major anxiety over the conversation, and it grew as the clock ticked on.

Branch tried to ignore the fact Creek came over, but could tell that Poppy was trying to ignore the fact that he had tried to kill himself.

He grabbed his book and wrote down a few words.

Poppy, I thought that you wanted to talk about what happened?

He handed the book to Poppy, whose eyes widened and she shook her head.

"Branch, why don't we just forget about it?" She said, taking his hand.

Well then, what are we?

He tried to change the subject, and it worked.

"What do you want to be, Branch?" She asked, laying her head against her shoulder dreamily. A sly smile appeared on his face, and the answer he wrote down in the book was not something Poppy was expecting..

Tada! Another cliffhanger! No, I am not trying to murder your hearts, I just wanted to end on a cliffhanger, to reel you all in! I am trying to find a good length for my chapters, let me know in your reviews how long you would like them! Also, I am trying to put more detail into my writing, so you guys will have more to read. I would have had this posted earlier, but I had to finish up this week's work so I could have the rest of the day with no more schoolwork. I should be able to post the next chapter pretty soon, unless I post an extremely long chapter. Love you all!

~GalaxyMegaGirl

Peace!