**WARNING** Use of innapropriate language in this chapter!
He tried to talk to me, but I quickly tried to run inside. He caught up with me, and I couldn’t keep him away any longer. I asked him if he would like me to show him our apartment. He agreed swiftly.

Strawberry just blew up in my face when I told him who our guest was. He dismissed him, but I asked him to stay. He listened to me. He never liked Strawberry. “How DARE you bring the person who pretty much almost destroyed our relationship years ago? How could you! I sacrificed so much, and your just a flat out BITCH!” I scoffed, and I swear, I was just about to wring my little fingers around him little neck.

“WE, BANANA-NUT MUFFIN, ARE OVER!” I choked back tears, but they bothered me and came anyway. How could he? I mean, after all we’ve been through?

Blueberry gasped and tried to comfort me. I was just in a state of shock though.

“Well, your the jerk who can’t think about anyone but himself!” I spat back. “Well, I know you cheated on me. I know you did. I have my sources…” I felt cross. I knew that Livi wouldn’t. . . . . Who would?

“Strawberry, It was completley-” He interrupted. And I felt completely defeated. “Aha! I knew you did! I just didn’t believe it because I believed in you. I’m a moron. I’m out.”

He left with a blink of an eye, and I yelled, “Well, don’t think you can come back here for help.” I glanced and Blueberry, who, despite my dismay, wasn’t looking sad, or anything. He was just blank.

But he comforted me, and that’s when I remembered how sweet he was, and his scent smelled like fresh-picked blueberries. Maybe that’s why I got the urge to. . . .

Kiss him. I didn’t feel any regret, just sparks and I felt like I was on Cloud 9. My heart beat wildly, and my excitement did not stop. He didn’t even try to quit kissing me. He just kissed me harder.

That was 2 years ago. Now me and Blueberry still live in Brioche Port, just on the country side. We aren’t married, just boyfriend and girlfriend. Some nights I fantasize about if he’s even going to propose. I sometimes always try to think he’ll do it right that moment.

The outside of our country home.





And that’s the home.
We were playing in the sprinkler, like any other day, when he tells me to follow him.

I willfully do, and he looks straight into my soul.

I look down, praying in my heart and to the Big Berry up there, that he’s not about to break up with me. That would just kill me. I wouldn’t live. I would commit suicide. I hope he knows that too.

He tells me one minute and bends down on one knee. Even though I know what he’s doing it was still a shocker when…

“Whatcha got there?” I asked playfully. (P.S I ADORE THIS PIC) “Oh, just a little gift…”







(Gosh, so many things can be said without words…)