Bloomie's Book of Angst and Fluff❤️❤️

*ੈ✩‧₊˚sleepless nights*ੈ✩‧₊˚

BOO!

Did I scare you?
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How are people supposed to support each other when they don't share their problems?

Probably by getting them to open up and lay some of their troubles on you.

But how do you get someone to open up?

Circle didn't know.

That thought had been plaguing the woman's mind for the past three weeks of summer holiday as Bloomie seemed to get more and more distant from her.

At first, she just thought it was Bloomie being the regular recluse she always was. She hated all the noise, the bustle, and especially the heat of summer. But then Circle noticed the changes-Bloomie started skipping meals, barely left her room, and looked as tired as a candle burning out on both ends.

Obviously, Circle's first instinct was to comfort her partner, but in doing so, she quickly learned how bad she was at handling these kinds of situations.

Usually being loud, unpredictable, outgoing, and (about 70% of the time) completely disregarding of social hierarchy was no problem for Circle. She thrived in chaos, jumping into conversations without a second thought, even when she probably shouldn't. But this was different. With Bloomie, every time Circle tried to be her usual self, she'd hit a wall.

Bloomie would pull away, not in a mean way, but in a quiet, distant way that Circle just didn't know how to handle. It was like Bloomie was wrapping herself in some invisible armor, keeping everyone out-including Circle.

Circle knew she should be gentle, give her space, but it was so hard not to rush in like a storm and try to shake Bloomie out of it. She hated seeing her partner like this, wilting away behind those tired eyes. She was used to fixing things with energy, laughter, and noise, but none of that was working this time.

And so Circle was stuck, unsure of what to do or how to help. She hated feeling useless, and she hated even more the thought of Bloomie going through something so heavy without letting her in.

But for once, she didn't know how to break through that silence, and it had started to make the woman panic.

Panic to the point that even if she took her medication, any rational thought would be out the window.

☆○:*•.--♡Miss Circles pov♡-.●*:○

I slightly peeked my head around the corner to veiw the rare sight of buttercup emering from the cavern of her room and coming down the stairs, resisiting the urge to run over and sqeeze her to death as it didnt really go well the last time i tried.

She seemed too tired to noitce me watching as she trudged into the kitchen, grabbing a packet of doughnuts and opening them. Oh no she didn't.

"You know you can't just keep eating junk for the entire summer?"

I knew i'd chosen the wrong words as i saw buttercup wince at my sudden appearance behind her.

"I'll make something proper later. ."

It was my turn to wince at her hoarse, sullen voice- grabbing her arm to prevent her for hiding up in her room for the next 5 buiness working days.

"Wait, please. ."

I couldn't stop my heart from racing as buttercup just stood there, hair having fallen over her eyes so i couldn't tell her expression as she comtemplated weather to just yank her arm out my grasp or to stop and listen.

Thats what i think shes contemplating anyway, not like im any good at reading people.

"What is it. .?"