SO, this is my first PUBLISHED fanfiction. I'm going to try to add on at least every week. Hope you enjoy it!

I own none of these characters! Only the plot!

The tears were running down her face so fast, they left no time for her porcelain pale face to be stained by them. He tightened his grip on her wrists, causing her to bite her lip in a sad attempt to not cry more.

Pushing her against the cold, brick wall, Butch pinned her arms beside her head and pressed his forehead against hers.

"…Why?" He whispered in the softest tone his voice could manage. He starred into her eyes, looking for her vocalized answer with some kind of pleading hope for.. Something. Anything really.

"I.." Buttercups voice cracked and she looked away from his intense eyes. She mumbles gibberish and prayed he'd pretend to hear her and just walk away.

His large hand folded around her jaw and whipped her head into his direction, giving her exit, and probably a instant bruise on her chin.

"You what?" The deepness of his voice darkened her eyes and she firmly looked him in the eyes with every ounce of confidence she could muster.

"I … I hate you."

They burned.

Those words, those three horrid words burnt him.

He slammed her head back, against the bricks and glared her down until she was nothing but a puddle of fear and hatred in his hands.

"Don't you fucking lie to me, Buttercup. Don't you fucking lie!" He yelled, not caring if anyone was woken by it. "You know damn well that's a fucking lie! I know that's a lie! What the fuck do those damn words mean to you! Another damn fight? Is that what you want!" His grip continued to tighten on her jaw, as he felt her teeth clench. "What's the matter, Little Butterbutt? Mad? Mad because I know you? Mad because I know fucking well that you couldn't live a damn day without me?" He was done.

He hated yelling at her.

He hated the way his hands were on her.

He hated the sad way she was looking at him.

He pulled himself away from her, deeming the argument over. He turned around and started to just walk away leaving her there in her puddle of tears.

"Don't you fucking kid yourself, Butch," She screamed, heaving her air in harshly as he didn't respond.

He didn't want to care. He didn't want to think that she was feeling the exact same as himself. It wasn't even that he didn't want to think it, he couldn't believe it.

Or imagine it.

Butch might as well committed suicide if that were to happen. That was their chemistry. That's how they made it. They pretended as if everything didn't matter.

Of course the both knew that was the largest lie possible to make. But it's how they did it… It's how they held together and found the will to love. To live. And to die, with a smile on their faces.

"You know you can't live a day without me, either!" That stopped him in his tracks.

"Stop. Right there.." He warned, knowing it was no good.

"You know you need me, Butch…" Her voice was so soft and fragile, it pierced his soul in every wrong way.

"Buttercup, stop.." It was futile.

"You know we've got something, Butch." Her eyes watered more. "..something nobody else has found, and never will.." Butch started feeling a lump in his throat.

"Please… Buttercup, just stop it.." He was calling mercy to no end… He couldn't take this.

He watched from afar as she opened her pale lips, as if to say something she hasn't decided on. Running his hand through his dark messy hair, he took a uncomfortable step forward and sighed.

"You know we can't just not.. Do it. We don't work that way. Butch," Her voice cracked in strange, sad way again and it made his stomach turn. "I can't do anything without you… And you're the same." Bulls eye. Right in the target of his heart. She looked straight into his eyes, despite their distance and took a deep breath. "I can't live without you just as much as you can't live without me. We both know it."

He just stood there, completely motionless. "Then I guess it's time a start dying, Buttercup."

And there, on the ground, her knees hit sidewalk along with her torn heart. Just like that, she was dead. Absolutely dead. She wanted none of this to matter anymore.

She looked up and watched as he continued to leave.

She hated him… That had to be what this feeling was. She must have absolutely hated him. There was no other explanation for this sudden rage. This anger that just screamed out, "Use me!" So.. She did.

Ripping through the space between them, she lounged at him, ready to kill. Just as her hands reached him, he pulled something out of his pocket and threw it on her. She felt something wet on her forehead and went to touch it. Before she could even raise her hand, Butch grabbed her hair and flew up, faster than Buttercup has ever seen one of them fly.

They were so high when he stopped. She was nervous to look down and she could fly herself!

"Don't you EVER fucking do that again." His voice coldly instructed. "Never again, Buttercup."

"Or what?" She tested, obviously not scared.

"Or I'll drop you right here." He warned as she scoffed at his stupidity. "Don't act like that. You can't fly." Butch countered smugly.

She kicked her feet in disbelief, but found herself still. She quickly realised he had thrown Antidote X on her. Undoubtedly not enough to permanently effect her. But enough to do a quick fix.

"So," Butch started. "What the hell did you think you were going to accomplish?" His question was almost in a friendly tone, but there was so much worry pushed in to it, it chilled her spine.

"I don't know… I just.. I don't know… What's wrong with us, Butch?" Buttercup's voice got soft, as her head tilted down, saddened.

Butch pulled her close and hugged her. But oddly, this hug just made Buttercup's heart crumble more. She could tell this was just a naive goodbye hug. And that was not what she wished for.

Lowering them both to the ground, he let go of her and starred into her light, gloomy, green eyes for what he was thinking would be the last time.

"Goodbye, Buttercup." He said, doing his very best to not let his voice crack as he turned around and left, leaving the girl to just stand there.

This can't be real…