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Melancholy

Unrequited Love- 

Definition: Love that is not openly reciprocated or understood as such.The beloved may or may not be aware of the admirers deep and strong romantic affections.

Marshalls POV:

I grab a branch higher above us so I don't fall,and Barnaby does the same.He eventually breaks our lip lock,and his face is the most deepest shade of red. I blush along with him,and look down at my dangling red Converse.

"M-marshall,w-why did you d-do that?" He asked me, taken away by shock.I try to stifle his question by fiddling with the buttons on my black and red flannel shirt."MARSHALL!" Gumball shouts,his yell almost knocking me down from the tree.I take notice to myself. I can no longer avoid my feelings for Gumball. This is my last chance to tell him the truth,how I really feel.

"Bubba,i've known you for the longest time.You know everything about me,and I know everything about you..." I start to say,then blow out a sigh."But,what you don't know is that i've been in love with you for months. When i'm not around you,it-it feels like half of me is missing.Gumball,you're my missing half." I spill out uncontrollably. My eyes then start to become watery, but I blink back my tears,not wanting to cry in front of Gumball.

"Um,wow..." Barnaby starts to say,and strokes his fingers trough his pink quaffed hair. "... I'm flattered but,this can't happen. It's not right...and i'm sure y-" I cut the boy off by jumping down off the tree. The land made the bottoms of my feet sting,but I storm off anyway.

I mentally slap myself. I knew this was going to happen.I never should've fucking kissed him. I just made everything awkward,and now he probably never wants to talk to me again.Nice going Marshall. I hear Barnaby call my name from behind,but my feet just keep moving forward, as if I have no control over them.

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I burst trough the house doors,and run straight upstairs to my room.I slam the door shut. Luckily my mother is at a meeting,so she's not here to know whats going on. I walk over to my dusty,wooden nightstand and grab my phone.Maybe some music will calm my nerves. I press the rectangle button on the top of the phone.I have 3 missed text from Fionna,asking if i'm alright. Too lazy and bummed to reply, I just lie down on my bed. I grab my head phones that have fallen to the floor,and plug them into the Apple product. I stream trough my playlist,and click on the song that fits my emotions perfectly. On Melancholy Hill, by Gorillaz.

I plug the phones into my ear,and almost instantly fall into a deep rest.

Authors Note:

{ Thanks for reading again! Don't forget to comment and vote. Ich liebe dich alle ❤ Also, if you want to listen to On Melancholy Hill, the video is on the side. It seriously fits Marshall's situation so well.}