Ppgz Summer Camp

Buttercup's P.O.V

When Bubbles and Blossom weren't looking I left the room and headed for the forest. I grabbed a large stick and started up the hike through the small mountains. It didn't take long before I was at the top. I looked down at it and then sat, my legs dangling over the edge.

I wanted to love him. So badly! But Blossom is right. The town before our own lives. It's for the town.

But was it really. Did Blossom actually mean that or was she saving her own butt. After all if we loved the boys then all the villains would be after us...no. I know Blossom. I could see the sadness in her eyes before I left. This wasn't an escape, it was a rescue. Well it was supposed to be anyway.

It was failing so far. Before I left I went to change in my cabin, only to see Butch. He looked empty, almost broken. His eyes were not bright, but a murky green that had no reason left to live. I wanted to scream at him. Tell him to go, make something of yourself. I wanted to tell him that I only was doing this because I loved him.

Suddenly the rain started again as it slid over my cheeks.

I could never feel his warm ness again. I could never smell those evergreens, and I could never know the sparks that would ignite with our first kiss. More rain poured down.

I looked back to the pit. I could jump right now, escape into the forever blackness. The pit. But, no. I was already in a pit. My own mind was in blackness, grief and sadness burying me alive. I wanted to fight, but I have nothing to fight for.

A tear. I realized that it wasn't the rain that was falling off my red cheeks, it was a salty small tear. It flowed over my rough skin and landed right on my hand. I watched as it moved down and slid right off my finger. It was a single tear, the only one. And it fell into the pit.