That phrase caught her with her guard down, she felt guilty for abandon. However, as she had said, that wasn't the right time, she had been crying all night just two days ago; Marceline would wait on her until feel okay and ready to open up an eternity. After all, they had been separated for almost four years, who cares about a couple of weeks or months after that amount of time?
Maybe, one of her mistakes was to take a lot of decisions by herself, without her permission, thinking that she would be glad. Now that she had been into a fake relationship with a horrible man in all meanings, she had learnt that a couple was a thing of two. Neither of them could take a decision without consulting her partner before.
She remained quiet, letting her enough space and time to think about everything. The brunette was enjoying the views that passed with speed in front of her eyes. The bustle of the city never stopped, and sometimes, she would like to run away from there in a journey to find her own self.
After the car trip, they had to get off a couple of streets before Bonnie's house, so they couldn't be found. Thanks to the early hours of the day, they were able to walk through almost forgotten boulevards and alleys without being seen. That was probably the only good thing all day.
«Damn, Bonnie! Why did u do that?! Thanks to that, I can't think right. As if it wasn't enough complicated to have u on my life again, interviewing me and killing me with ur looks! Now I've to face all the trouble that u've created on my life again… I don't even know how I feel'bout u.» thought to herself, being unable to look at her and biting her lips with fury.
—Well, here we are. Welcome to my «simple house» —she informed when they arrived at a skyscraper built only with glass, steel and reinforced concrete. A sublime sample of the minimalism of contemporary architecture and how beautiful it could be when reflecting the sun's rays, moments like the current one in which the sun was shining with subtlety.
—What's urs? —asked watching it until her neck started to hurt.
—The last three floors of the building.
—Wait?! What did u say?! How much money do u earn in the magazine to afford this?
—I bought it with my scientist salary. The first floor is one of the laboratories of my empress pharmaceutic and I am the mayor researcher.
—Your loyal citizens know 'bout it?
—Yes, they do. Many of them who have the right degrees are working with me in my investigations.
—So, the fact of having three jobs's the culprit of all of the dark circles around ur eyes, am I wrong?
—I think that I am more nocturne than you —joked with a tired smile.
—That isn't funny. I can sleep at day, but you not. I'm thinking about denying this interview because I'm worried about your health.
—Don't you dare to do that to me! I can't choose between science, journalism or my position of queen. Please, I beg it to you… —supplicated using her stronger attack, the power of her beautiful and teary look.
—Hey, I've never forbidden you anything and I'm not going to do it now. Remember all the things we've done and understand that I'm not in a position to judge you —spoke with serenity, before touching the arm that had just been punched by the pink-haired girl—. Auch, you know… You didn't need to do that!
—Why are you so formal?
—Because if I speak casually, you won't listen to me. Can I question how much money do you pay in taxes?
—A lot of money, I am an exemplary person in and out of my kingdom. My position as the queen does not except me from the compliance with the law.
She didn't speak anymore, she just started to walk and de dark-haired followed her, acting again as her shadow. That apartment was the definition of perfection, just like her owner, the decoration was exquisite, elegant and luxurious.
—What room am I staying?
—Follow me and I don't want to listen to any of your complaints. Got it?
—I got it, princess, I'm a rocker, not a rebel… Well, I'm a rebel too, but I know how to act. And, is it me or you're talking less formal?
—Shut up! It's your presence what confuse me.
—So, my presence makes the little princess feel free? That's interesting…
—Marceline, is it me or it smells too much of blood for being just your lower lip?
—Well… Let's say that my fits're bleeding a lot too.
—Are you fucking kidding me? What were you waiting for telling me?
—Bonnie, take care with your words, your little loyal subjects would be so surprised with her perfect queen, don't you think?
—I'm angry and I can't think —shouted taking her for the wrist and going to the bathroom.
The injured sit down while the journalist was looking for the first aid kit. In that position, she could see the magnificent and breathtaking landscape. The city was down her eyes, that made her feel powerful and she thought if PB would feel like that in her position as crowd queen. That woman approximated her, with cotton impregnated in iodo, touching her wounded lip delicately, and feeling how she trembled from head to toe because of that.
After dropping a whimper, Marceline takes a long breath to relax. She couldn't afford to be weak in front of her. Her reputation and pride were too important.
—That son of… Does it hurt? —questioned with a troubled look on her face.
—Don't worry 'bout it, I'm fine. Maybe if I'm lucky, a sexy scar'll mark my lip, making it more kissable…
—Let me see your hands —said as a petition, but taking them before she could answer—. As I imagined, you punched him that hard that your knuckles are almost fractured. I'm going to put some ice on them and apply a medicine cream, but first, I'll clean them with physiological serum.
When their fits were visible again, she started putting a cold compress, disinfecting with iodo, applying that medicinal ointment and bandaging her hands with a caring look and professionalism.
—Thanks…
—You're welcome. You would have done the same. Now, let's go to your room.
She followed her up the stairs, unable to avoid devouring her with her eyes and biting her lip with frustration and repressed desire, trembling with pain at having touched the breach. The show she attended wasn't seen every day, she couldn't always enjoy the contour of her hips and curves accompanied by her vanilla smell. That kiss made everything uncomfortable by bringing to the surface all kinds of contradictory feelings. What was she feeling for her? Love? Hate? Both?
They entered a luxurious and classy room, but minimalist. Also, looking closely at one of the parts of the room, there were all the things that she had forgot in the palace. The walls were red and the floor was shiny black.
—Don't stare at me like that! Had you thought that I would have got rid of all your things? You were her owner, I wasn't in a position to decide what to do.
—I see that your moral and way of thinking haven't changed at all. It's as strange as ever.
—What? I don't understand.
—I'm saying that why have you had to kiss me in front of all that people?! You've just incremented the rumours and the number of journalists that are searching for us! What were you thinking?
Said and done, just turn on the television to check it and they could already be seen on screen. Both blushed enormously to see the passion of that kiss stolen and shameless, they didn't imagine having aroused so much morbid, but if they were like that in front of that image, they didn't want to imagine how other viewers should be. All the channels were talking about that and they showed images of the whole city with special envoys to find them.
—I… I don't know.
—You don't know?! Don't fuck with me!
—C'mon, you know that I can't improvise! I wanted to save you, nothing more!
—Oh, that's true, I suppose that «miss perfect» isn't in the right for reproaching anything to me! Didn't you say that you were perfect and never wrong because I can't see that now!
—I'm human, okay? We all have mistakes. I'm not perfect and I never said you have to!
—Oh, really? Have you ever forgotten all the times you told me how to act, dress or walk?
—I just wanted the nobility to accept you, nothing more.
—I didn't want that. I was with you and that was more than enough. I loved you and I efforted myself to change for you, but I suppose that wasn't enough for you…
She left with tears in her eyes to her room, closing the door behind her; leaving the princess in the room, stunned and not wanting to do anything. She turned off the TV, left the remote control delicately on the glass coffee table and dropped into the chair, at the same time she put both hands to her head and began to reflect on everything Marceline had shouted.
From her point of view, she was doing her a favour, but changing her position with hers, she only cut her wings and tried to transform her into the canons that society wanted to see.
«I was selfish, bad person and idiot when trying to change what made me fell in love with you, your way of being. Now I realize all the evil that I have done to you and I do not understand how you could stand all that and you stayed by my side ... »she thought to herself as her tears cascaded from her eyes and slid down her face to rush against her soft ecological wood floor.
She tried to go up and go to her room to talk to her but stopped when she heard music coming from the bass and the broken voice that came not from her throat, but from her heart and soul.
Sorry I don't treat you like a goddess
Is that what you want me to do?
Sorry I don't treat you like you're perfect
Like all your little loyal subjects do
Sorry I'm not made of sugar
Am I not sweet enough for you?
Is that why you always avoid me?
That must be such an inconvenience to you
Well... I'm just your problem
I'm just your problem
It's like I'm not even a person, am I?
I'm just your problem
Well, I shouldn't have to justify what I do
I shouldn't have to prove anything to you
I'm sorry that I exist,
I forgot what landed me on your blacklist
But I shouldn't have to be the one that makes up with you
So ... why do I want to?
Now she understood Marceline a little more, she freed herself through music. It must hurt too much in her pride that her most famous records belonged to the periods of their relationship and their breakup: her album about love without complexes and ties and her album about how cruel life was and how it tore you apart, love.
All her poise for clarifying things vanished and she could only sit with her back against the door, bending her knees, hugging them with her arms and laying her head on them to mourn bitterly accompanied by the melancholy and heartbreaking melodies of her ex.