Bitter Sweet Tragedy

Regrets

Bonnibel pov

As I walked down the hallway away from the conference room annoyed by LSP' s countless interruptions and Breakfast princess' s arguments; stating that LSP shouldn't be here because she's not "princess worthy" whatever that junk means.

As I approached my lab door to finish up an experiment, hands had covered my sight. "Guess who?" a familiar voice chuckled, I pushed the hands away and hugged the owner of the voice.

"Marshall Lee."

"The one and only." He said hugging me back. The scent if mint soon filled my nose, embracing the scent I buried my self deeper into his chest."Did someone have a bad day?" He asked rubbing the back of my head, I simply nodded against his chest held him tighter. He than pulled me back and kissed my forehead "Do need to rant to someone?" He asked in baby like tone, trying to hold back a smile I nodded again. He then throw his arm around me and opened the lab door where he had sat us down on my pink couch. "K, go for it." He told me "You sure, I mean it's just princess things, oh and stupid pointless arguments that can be solved no problem." I said looking away from him and at the table full of papers."Hey, it's what I'm here for, someone to talk to an share thoughts and feelings with. I am your boyfriend." He stated grabbing my face and carefully making me face him. "Alright, alright. If you want to no so badly I'll tell you."

~Time skip~

"And that's why Breakfast Princess hates LSP so much." I sighed and into the couch. Marshall simply nodded as he took in what was said, "You know, Breakfast Prince and her have a lot in common." He stated laying down on his back; resting his head in my lap. "Well they were promised to each other so yeah." I laughed as I realized how fast he changed the subjected.

As Marshall laid in my lap, I played with his leavened hair. It wasn't long until I heard him softly snoring in my lap. As I watched him sleep I couldn't help but feel guilty, yet soon that guilt turned into regret. I regretted what I did for my brother to make him forget about Marshall. But what could I have done watch my brother cry and by in pain of a broken hurt. Yes, he made a mistake; but nobody's perfect.....nobody's perfect.

3rd person

As Bonnibel knocked on her brother's door worrdliy hoping that he would open the door for her. It has been days since the coronation, no one knows what exactly happened but it had something to do with Bonnibel' s brother and Marshall Lee. They both refuse to discuss the event, yet in the end it left poor Barnaby a never ending stream of tears.

When no response cam from the door after knocking Bonnibel then entered the room careful not to make some much sound. As Bonnibel walked in the first thing she noticed was a lump the came from his punk sheets and a couple muffled cries.

Bonnibel creeped over to the right side of his his and carefully removed the sheets from over his head. When she grasped at what she had saw, he younger brother was surrounded by tissues and his once bright pink pillow no dump with the molded shape of eyes. His face was flushed and puffy; there was a lack of color to his once pink skin now it was a sickly eggshell pink.

Sweat dripped from his pink hair and rolled of his forehead. With his eyes he mumbled a apology, "Barnaby," she began to whispered "If there's anything I can do for you let me know." She then moved away from his side to call for a maid, but one of Barnaby' s hands grabbed her hand. Bonnibel jumped at the sudden action and took his feverish hand.

"Make me forget." He choked

"What I don't understand? Forget what?"

"I want to forget him, my feelings for him, this heart ache, my mistake. I want to forget." He tightened his grip. Bonnibel looked at her heart broken brother, no words could express her response. So she simply nodded in agreement, she then left her brother and headed straight to her lab to make something that could take the pain away.

Forever