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Her hand was soft, a soft, silky, warm hand that belonged to no one else, but her girlfriend. Plasma Ball looked straight at her, Caramel Cube. She had known Caramel Cube for quite a long time, and started dating her March of XXXX. She was delighted, to be the one holding her hand.
They were finally safe together, as they had been transported to a game that revolves around survival, that only one could win.
She died first, in a double suicide with someone else, that failed and killed them both. Her girlfriend followed suit, after putting flowers onto her grave.
They loved eachother very much so. They couldn’t stand not being around eachother for so long.
It was alright now, as they were safe in the swirly clouds up above, together, and still in love. For the duration of their parting, they yearned for eachother.
Plasma Ball was deeply in love with Caramel Cube, and CeCe was as in love with Plasma as Plasma was with her.
What was the use reminiscing on what happened? They were safe, in love, and together forever. Yet, Plasma Ball was still reminded of the game, the game that happened 5 years, in September, after they got into their relationship in March.
Plasma Ball missed their old live, from before the game, but she was very happy living with Caramel Cube in a safe haven, away from any possible danger. This was a blessing for her.