The day passed as slowly as possible, as Bonnibel Bubblegum sat alone in her room, face buried in her hands, ponderring on her final decision. Her heart & mind tugged her in different directions. She loved Marceline, but she also loved her mother & father. They were only trying to protect her. Yet, she couldn't help but feel intruded on. She wonderred lf they could ever accept her love for Marceline.

'It's almost 8. I have to come up with a decision already.'.

After a while, she thought, 'I know what I must do.'.

She couldn't sleep that night because of the guilt of her choice.

The next day, Bonnibel set out to tell Marceline the news. It was in the early morning & lt was parcticularly nice out. Marceline was cleaning the dishes when she heard a knocking at the door.

'That must be her. Please, please choose me. I want you to be happy, but I can't help but want to be with you.'.

She put down the pineapple, went over to the door & opened lt to see a smiling Bonnibel.

"Before you tell me your decision, I'd just like to say: I'm glad to see that you're happy. Please don't regret your decision.".
"Silly girl,", the Princess said. "I chose you. What else would I choose?".
"You gave up everything, fo- for me?".

She expected a, "That's right.", from the Princess, but instead heard something much more flatterring.

"I didn't give up everything. I just gained everything. You're what I live for.".

Marceline's heart sunk & she inched forward for a kiss, seeing Bonnie do the same. Jake was watching from on the floor. Their eyes closed. Their lips came close.

Marceline sat up & looked around.

'Son of a bitch! Why did lt have to be a dream?! I should have guessed from me cleaning the dishes. My imagination can be so cruel sometimes. But she might still choose to stay with me. Calm down. I know what the right thing to do is, but I don't care anymore. I just want her back so damned badly. Being just friends with her doesn't even come close to the way she makes me feel when we're truly together, lt's beyond words; & I couldn't bare to act like none of that ever happened. I cherish being with her so much. Please don't take Bonnibel away from me, universe. She's all I have to hold on to.'.

Then, not long after getting out of bed, the much awaited bell ring came & Marceline buzzed the person in. This was lt, the news that she waited forever for, the news that would determine her fate. She quickly threw on some chlothes & opened the door. There stood Bonnie, who appearred just as sad as the day before, but this time without the tears. This time, Marcy let her in, not wanting to leave her outside.

"Hi, Marcy.".

Marcy decided to go with lt, instead of asking.

"Hi, Bonnie.".
"I've made my decision.".

Marceline felt her heart beat faster for the pause that seemed like lt took forever.

'She must be breaking up with me. I can see lt on her face. But then, what was with the whole greeting thing? Could she be messing around with me? Just spit lt out already!'.

Bonni took a breath.

"I thought about what you said. Call me selfish, but I think you're right. Maybe lt's not meant to be. We don't even know what we're doing, Marceline. We've been improvising our way through this since the beginning & lt's been the most.. TRANSCENDENTAL experience, but lt's time to really think about our decisions & choose the right path. It doesn't seem like we belong together. I'm sorry, Marceline.".

Marcy slightly frowned, Bonni's words being like daggers through her soul. But given her luck in life, she couldn't say she was surprised. She had expected this to happen since the previous day.

"Well, I understand. I told you I would.", lt took Marceline all of her strength to say sincerely.

She hid her dejection behind a mask. Not knowing what else to do, Bonnie nodded & opened the door after a moment.

"Wait.".

Bonnie stopped & faced Marcy.

"You're gonna leave me hangin'? Can I at least have a final kiss?".

The door closed. Bonnie came over to Marcy. She shyly kissed Marcy in an elegant manner. Marcy always loved the regal sincerity of Bonnie's kisses. It felt like she was being kissed by a Disney princess, with passion & care in every magical microsecond. She had seen people kiss at school & the difference was night & day. They only kissed out of a sense of duty. With Bonnibel & Marceline, a kiss was a portal to a mystical realm of wonders. Or a time-freeze spell where you'd be safe from the world's relentless assault. It wasn't something that could be adequately explained by words; lt was as though the world was turned off & the only existence encompassing the infinite void were two entwined souls, dancing resplendently in the ethereal dreamscape as formless specters. It was frightfully sad when the kiss met lts inevitable end, like impuissantly spectating a loved one being reeled away on Heaven's fishing rod. They knew this was their swan song kiss & that they would now return to their ordinary lives, pretending that there was no love between them, as though all of their joyous moments together were mere fantasy; & that there would be no future for their romance. It would all cease to be in one instant.

'I guess this is the end. You could say lt's not the end of the world, but lt is the end of the world, the end of MY world. The only good thing to ever happen to me is gone.'.
"Goodbye, Marceline.", she said as she reopened the door.
"Goodbye, Bonnibel.".

Then, the door closed. It looked as though the light was sucked out of the apartment, leaving only a dim hue in lts absence. Pink was the past. The future was black. And she was left with the memories of all she had lost, everything she was ever able to earn or salvage. She would hold onto these things for dear life, never letting go. And she would lose them anyway. Her prized possession Hambo. Her old friend Simon. Her mom. Her dad. And now the love of her life, her candle in the darkness. Bonnibel. Marceline knew that she wouldn't be able to hold lt in. She went over to the couch & cried herself to sleep.

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