The first time Bunny noticed was on the way back from defeating Pitch. They had come out victorious, and even Sandy and Bunny were cheerful and chattery in their joy and pride in the Guardians.
"-and Jack here!" Bunny crowed, grabbing Jack by his shoulder and pulling him i(more)n so he could ruffle his hair. Jack seemed ready to protest at first, but then Bunny felt something strange. Jack's head pushed upwards against his paw. Bunny lifted his hand, confused, only to see Jack looking the other way with his cheeks flushing a light purple. Before he could comment on it, however, North had called their attention for one more speech.
The next time it happened was when the Guardians were helping North prepare for Christmas. Everyone was stressed for simple conversations, except for Jack-of course. "Oh, come on! Lighten up, everyone!"
Bunny realized later on that should've been warning enough, but the snowball that decked him in the neck had enough fun packed into it to make Bunny howl with laughter and turn to Jack to try and wrestle a toy train down the back of his sweater. It was when he was pushing Jack's head down that he realized Jack was hardly fighting and not even trying to pull away.
"Huh," Bunny said, blinking away the fun from his eyes as something clicked. "You're-"
Jack sprinted away before he could finish.
"You're just absolutely neglected when it comes to physical contact, aren't you?" Bunny asked suddenly, lounging on the grass. Jack dropped his staff, expertly kicking it back up and refusing to look over.
"Oh, who can I give free hugs out to? Any takers?" Bunny called aloud.
He only laughed a little when Jack scowled, knelt beside him, and collapsed against his side.(less)
Neglect, noun. The state or fact of being uncared for. Disrepair, dilapidation, abandonment.
The moment I realized I had been abandoned was fifteen minutes after I couldn't find your name anymore. I clicked through page after page, looking for your profile among my friends. I searched through m(more)y posts, looking for your name until I had to admit that I had been blocked.
I went through all five stages of grief in five hours, and landed in a world filled with bitterness and stubbornness. I felt like my world tilted and leaked color onto the floor. My happiness pooled in a puddle like melted crayons and the walls were left monotone. Monotonous, tedious, and mind-numbingly made of lines and shades of loss.
It felt like a shock. At the time I was certainly surprised. Looking back I realize we had neglected our friendship. I wasn't abandoned, so much as we had to pull apart eventually. Our friendship needed repairs that were too costly to make, and instead of fixing it we ignored it until it crumbled.
I've cleaned up the puddle of my emotions, put color back into the walls and moved on. Even still, there's a patch in my world were the happiness just won't stick. It's the memory of how I lost you, and how you lost me because we couldn't bother applying another coat of togetherness to our lives. (less)