Pink and Grey Roses

"You kept the shirt I gave you?"

"You kept the shirt I gave you?"

"Yeah, it means a lot to me."

(Marcy's P.O.V)
"Bye guys! Come by the Kingdom tomorrow, I need help getting some ingredients for an experiment." Princess Bubblegum waved to the boy and his dog, letting out a small chuckle before turning around and seeing that I was still here. Immediately her smile shattered, replaced by a glare.

"Guess it's just you and me, Bonnibel." I smirked at the pink haired girl.
Me and Bonnie haven't been alone together since, well, the night we broke up.

So far she's been silent, trying to conceal my old t-shirt and staring forward as I floated around, observing the annoyed look on her face.

"Shouldn't you be going home?" The princess scoffed at me.

"Should the princess of the Candy Kingdom be walking home unguarded with her prized possession?" I said, teasingly. "Well it seems like I'm going to smell like bubblegum for the next week. Just like old times am I right PB?"

"Just shut it Marceline." Her voice hitched. I floated in front of her and placed my feet on the ground in front of her, stopping her in her tracks. She stayed still, looking at the ground. Everything was quiet and I could hear her softly crying. I picked her up, and started flying to the Candy Kingdom.

I carried the princess all the way back to her castle, flying through her window and into her familiar brightly coloured room. Somewhere along the way she must've fallen asleep in my arms, so I laid her down on her soft bed, covering her with the bright pink blanket. She was still clutching my shirt closely to her, cuddling into it as she slept. She's so beautiful.

I haven't been in this room in so long, it feels like forever. It still has the sweet aroma of sugar and bubblegum, just what you'd expect. I looked around the room, memories of me and Bonnie flooded my head as a smile made its way onto my face. Today was great, having one day with her was better than nothing. As I turned to the window to leave, something out of place caught my eye. On her vanity, I spotted something of the colour grey. It couldn't be, could it? I floated over to it, and sure enough there was an old, dried up grey rose. The one I gave to her on our first date, pressed between the pages of my favourite book that she "borrowed". She kept it, but why was she looking at it? My head started racing, she kept it. She kept the shirt, she kept the book, and she kept the rose. Tears started gathering in my eyes as I realized that maybe she missed me too.

I quickly searched my pocket for a pen and paper, and as I scribbled out a note for Bonnie, a single tear dropped on the paper, staining it. I've spent what feels like forever trying to forget her, but how can you forget the only person that you've every truly loved? We need to talk, maybe we could get back togeth- no, that's stupid, it's never going to happen. Maybe we could just get on speaking terms. Just maybe.
Bonnibel,
Meet me tomorrow night in the old candy graveyard, where we used to hang out.
-Marcy
I laid the note in the book, then made my way to her bed, kissing her forehead before flying out her window, as I've done a million times before.