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Bonnibell

She's not saying anything...

Her whole body's gone completely stiff in my arms.

I can tell she's holding her breath.

Oh Glob, why isn't she saying anything?

Beginning to panic, I pull my arms away from her. She didn't even flinch as I tried to sputter out some sort of excuse.

"No! I mean...it's not...Marceline I-I...I don't..." but the words would not come. How could they? If I were to say "I don't love you." I would be lying to her. I did love Marceline, more than anybody else in the world. I loved her so much I didn't know what to do with myself.

She was so amazing with her long wavy jet black tendrils of hair and her emerald green eyes. I fell in love with her smooth voice and teasing grin. She was so smart and wise, despite what she believed. Playing many different instruments and singing like a fallen angel are just some of her many talents. She loved music with such awe-inspiring passion, sometimes I became a little jealous, though I never let it show. To me, everything about her is perfect, even the completely imperfect parts.

I loved her. This was a fact.

Did she love me?

Her silence...was it my answer? My eyes watered as they stared at the back of her head, urging her to turn around and wrap her arms around me. Marceline just sat there, stiffer than a rock. I couldn't even see her breathing. Terror and despair beat down on the the inside of my heart as I backed away from her. Sliding off the bed, I hurried into the closet, pulling on a pair of fresh jeans and my pink hoodie. When I hurried back into the room, Marceline was still sitting on the bed. It was clear to me then, that my love was definitely unrequited.

With tears threatening to pour, I dashed out of our apartment. I couldn't believe what I had done. If only I hadn't let those words slip out the way they had. How could I have been so carless? Clinging to her side like a lost puppy, desperate for attention. Skipping class, and being coy with her...what was I thinking? I must have looked like a fool in her eyes.

I reached my car and quickly opened the door, started the engine, and drove out of the parking lot, ignoring the regulated speed limit. I just wanted to get far away from that place. I drove in silence, knowing better than to turn on the CD player. The only thing sitting in the disk slot was marked "Marceline's Mix: For Bon 3"

Stating ahead of me blankly as I drove, I replayed my confession over and over in my head. Every moment had me wincing in regret. Embarrassment, humiliation, sorrow...there are too many words that could have defined the stomach-aching pain I was feeling.

I pulled into the university parking lot, turned off the car and sat there, staring at the steering wheel. It took me a minute to realize tears were streaming down my cheeks. I let out a pathetic hiccup, hating myself for being so fragile. My head feel into my hands, as I sobbed in the lonely space of my car

Writing this made me pretty sad.

Probably cause I have nobody to worry about loving me or not. #thesinglelife

So this was relatively shorter than the first chap. Probably cause it was so drama-y and stuff. The next chapter'll be pretty short too unless I decide to add some stuff. Thanks for reading and don't forget to brush your teeth twice a day and in between meals.

P.S. The Legend of Korra Finale had me like *screams* *flails around* *sobs into can of beans* *dies*