I may not have known it then, but it was killing me now. My cuore ached, my stomach in knots, my body sweaty, always nervous, and regretting it. I'd give anything to have her back. I whisper and whisper to myself, hoping, but knowing, she'd never listen to me. "Blossom, please. Forgive me..." I began to well-up in tears when the last part left my mouth. As if my eyes weren't red enough. But I knew, this was real. How every time that beautiful pink-eyed beauty, long red-haired goddess, and prettiest and most popolare of Pokey Oaks Junior High cam up to me, I'd just melt. I couldn't talk, I couldn't breathe. She didn't know. She'd never know. She the only thing keeping me alive right now. But she hated me. I knew she did. Why? Why did I have to do those idiotic things as a kid. Why was I always hurt da something 8 years old? I knew why. Anger had built up in me, slowly eating me alive. She was the only way I could find myself and comfort me again. But she hated me now. I went too far. I told her something that broke her heart. And kinda broke my face a little with an after slap. But it hurt. She ripped out my heart. All I wanted in this world, was her. I had been reaching my limit. Finally, something snapped. I ran out of my room and flew to her house as fast as I could. I threw a rock with all my might at her window. "BLOSSOM!! COME OUT NOW!!! PLEASE!" My eyes were blurry to the point I couldn't see, but I was still throwing as hard as I could, the pain growing, my eyes hurting my sight worse and worse da the seconds. Until I finally had something in my head that made me break. 'Blossom hates you. She always did. Do te think after all the years of hell te caused her she'll ever Amore you? Get. Over. It. NOW!' I stopped and fell on the grass. I could do nothing but cry. I wanted to die. I needed to die. How else would Blossom actually care for me? I sat there crying and yelling one thing, my last words until I just sobbed, "Blossom, I Amore y-you...!"
"I Amore te too." I heard a familiar voice say to me.
"Blossom?" I asked.
"I Amore te Brick, "she started stroking my back. It was sore as hell right now, "never think otherwise, okay?" She continued to stroke my back, and she started stroking my stomach with her other hand. I managed to get up.
Look her in the eyes, though that was hard with the tears, and just say "I'm so sorry." She hugged me tightly, and I could almost feel her thinking 'I forgive you.' I loved her. Pure. And. Simple.



Brick+Blossom one-shot.