Asteroid Thoughts

Bubbles sighed, depression gracing her features. She was 12 years old, single (unlike Blossom), and very bored with her life.

Blossom had been trough four boyfriends by the time their 12th birthday had rolled around, and Buttercup hadn't even wanted one. Bubbles on the other hand, did, but unlike her sisters, she knew who she wanted.

The problem was, she couldn't get him.

And he couldn't get her.

Blue-eyed and blond, he'd been her exact opposite, like yin and yang, exact yet different. They'd fought and she'd won, she and her sisters had won against him and his brothers. They'd terrorized the city and the only way to stop them had been to destroy them...

...or had it?

She was confused. Confused and extremely upset. Distress wasn't something she was used to either. It was one of the many emotions that she'd never had to deal with. She sighed and shifted to her side, curling into a ball.

Her movement caused clouds of fine, silver dust to drift into the cold space around her. It hung like a clinging fog above her as her tears made little ponds.

...love was a bitch...

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