(Star Butterfly's POV)
The portal opened and closed as quickly as Star slipped through it.
Her room. Just as quiet and unkempt as before.
Just as empty as before.
She hoped no one had noticed she was gone just yet. She needed to be alone for a long while.
Pony Head had promised to cover for her, and thus, cut open a portal straight into Star's bedroom with her dimensional scissors.
13 years. 13 long insufferable years had she been tormented with being his best friend.
Why couldn't she just let go?
She couldn't bear to cause him harm, and she was too hurt to see him happy. She sat down in front of her mirror. What was there left that she could do?
Her reflection stared back at her. She spoke softly to it.
"I do not love Marco Diaz."
Her left eyebrow seemed to lift on the 7th syllable.
"I, do NOT, love Marco Diaz." No that was wrong.
"I do not love Marco." Hmmm, closer? No. It was wrong. It was all wrong. Everything was just wrong!
She tilted her head, the reflection mimicking her action.
"I love you, Marco Diaz." Of course the words were like velvet, rolling off her tongue so easily. She giggled to herself. She stood up, still facing the mirror and struck a ridiculously dramatic pose, her back hand resting on her forehead.
"Why yes, Marco, I would love to marry you! Oh we'll have such a grand life! We can start a family, maybe raise some kids and live so happily together!" Her voice grew frighteningly shrill.
It was as though a symphony of soft violins and violas were playing behind her, she felt so light as she twirled around the room, left hand placed slightly forward of her, her other arm outstretched to her right.
Star hummed the waltz, still spinning around, and around and around. The heels started to pain her feet, but she didn't care. The music was so melodious, the lights were dimmed, the moment was perfect.
She was beyond giddy with delusion, carelessly dragging herself about the room, knocking things off of stands, kicking furniture out of the way, a destructive trance of bliss.
Suddenly, the tempo began to change, the grand finale was coming! The atmosphere grew tense, her heart fluttered quicker, louder, harder, until, the climax! She spun around on her toes, faster and faster until...
Her face slammed into the bed post, pulling her back into reality.
"Ugh- owww." Star rubbed her stinging nose and readjusted her vision to the destruction of her room. The tall heels she wore left scrape marks all over the hardwood floor, many of her belongings laid strewn around various location in her bedchamber, her mirror somehow had a crack in it, perhaps from her swaying arms.
She looked into the mirror once more. Her broken gaze met its counterpart. A large crack had torn itself across the center, streaking diagonal down her face. Her hand reached up to touch her own face, as though feeling the split down her own visage.
"What's wrong with me?" She whispered to her reflection.
Hoping for a reply.
Silence was her only response.
THUNK THUNK THUNK
The sudden knocking on her wooden door startled her from her thoughts. Panicking, Star glanced around the messied state of her room and immediately aimed her wand skyward.
"Rainbow restoration beam!" A bright spectrum of light burst forth from the magic wand, engulfing her room, nearly blinding her. When the brightness dissipated, her room was perfectly back to the way it was before, saved by another perfectly timed usage of such an "advanced" spell she had mastered not long ago. (Although regretfully it probably would have done her more service 13 years prior.)
"Ah shoot, not again." Star mumbled, rubbing her strained eyes. Smoothing out her dress and attempting to fix her hair, she staggered over towards the door. "I'm coming, I'm coming!"
She pawed clumsily at the door knob a few times before she managed to crack it open, her vision still obscured by the rainbow flashbang she recently set off.
"Uhh, yes? What is it?"
"Hey."
Despite her sight blurring the figure before her, there was absolutely no mistaking that voice.
