Next to You (FioLee) A Fionna and Marshall Lee FanFiction

Flashbacks

Marshall's Pov

Everything is all done I can freely go to Japan without worrying that I left someone hoping that I'll return alive

"Marshall are you ready to go? And have you even bathe before we go" she said not even bothering looking at me

"Come on Marceline there's a bathroom in the jet I can bathe there"

"Ugh! What else do I expect, look at you you're till wearing your pajamas and how dare you to wear that one" she said while packing things on her handbag

Why? What wron- oh! This pajama is her gift to me on our 2nd monsary

Yes, how dare me do this to myself, this is killing me more than my lukemia is killing me

I promise you Fionna IF I ever get better I will tell you everything but for now only a letter would do

7 years

Yes that will be enough time, either I'm dead already by that or I just finished my studies when that time will come and of course I had to hide my name if she knew she'll just throw it

Fionna's Pov

I didn't really slept all night and what you're thinking is wrong I did not cry all night, I was up all night redesigning my room and watching bunch of Horror, Thriller, Suspence etc movies you know just scary movie and a few comedy

But they all have something the same, they are all fake, lies or to be simple they are all not true like love

So is Marshall, I don't even know if he's a beautiful dream or a horrible nightmare

But right now he's just a pigment of my memories or even great my imagination! Yes, that's right I was just imagining a guy named Marshall an he became my boyfriend because I'm so depressed of being alone and Finn is still back at Nana Tonya's house and I'm still studying at St. Nick-

"Fionna! What the hell! Why are you holding that!" what? I looked at my hands and I was holding a blade!

"Fionna are you crazy! You have to move on! He's gone for good!" for good?

I was still looking at my hand that is holding a blade

How can I do that to myself, depression? That I don't even know what I'm doing this is so not me

"Fionna hand it to me and get some rest" i followed his orders and gave the blade

Then I opened my phone and played shuffle on

But her story has a twist

By Sara Gomez

She paints a picture  

But her story has a twist 

Her paintbrush is a razor 

And her canvas was her wrist

While using her sharp paintbrush  

She ends up finally dead 

Her pretty face fading  

Quite slowy on her arm 

The blood is not racing through her

She can no longer do harm  

Which made her believe that they were all she was made of 

Sadness is her drug

She tried to tell herself 

'I don't need to feel this way'  

But you get addicted to this certain kind of sadness