Bubbline? Bubbline. One shots

Pain

Marceline's P.O.V.

I flew into my bathroom and locked the door behind me. I slid down the wall and tears ran down my face like a knife storm. My mascara was already running down my neck.

I don't understand. The only person I've ever truly loved, the person I'd risk everything for, left. She just left. She told me that we couldn't be together anymore because she needed to be responsible and not like some 'distasteful teenager'. She said she needed to marry a prince so that she could become a responsible queen some day.

At the time I rolled my eyes to hide the fact that I was hurt. But now I'm crying my eyes out over a girl who stole my unbeating heart, and then broke in two when I thought I could trust her.

Shouldn't love be more important than anything?

A knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts. "Marceline?" I could tell it was Jake.

"Go away." I mumbled loud enough for him to hear.

"It's good to talk about your feelings." He said, waiting for a reply that never came. "How do you feel?"

I thought about it for a moment, "Heartbroken... Betrayed... Hurt..."

Jake sighed, "Well... That's the thing about pain... It demands to be felt."