A story again between Cherry and Peewie... the day before Cherry's wedding...
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“One Last Tea” – A Farewell Between Cherry and Peewie 🍃
The day before the wedding
The sun dipped low behind the towering blooms of the Piranha Plant Kingdom, casting long shadows across Cherry’s bedroom. The warm glow of evening painted the walls with hues of rose and amber, spilling in through the tall glass windows. A breeze carried the scent of jasmine and wild roses through the open panes.
Near the window, a small tea table stood — delicate, wooden, and worn by years of shared stories. This had always been their spot.
Peewie waited there now, poised as always, her back straight and hands resting on the teapot. Cherry approached quietly, her pale green gown rustling with each step. Tiny piranha plants were embroidered along the hem, and her long hair was braided with vines and golden pins — a symbol of the queen she was about to become.
She sat across from Peewie, folding her hands tightly in her lap.
Neither spoke at first. The silence was full of memories.
Peewie broke it gently. “Do you remember,” she began, “when you told me you wanted to marry a gardener, just so you could spend your life among flowers?”
Cherry gave a soft laugh. “I was seven. I said we’d live in a greenhouse and adopt stray bees.”
“You were so sure you’d marry for love,” Peewie said with a smile. “Never for politics. Never for appearances.”
Cherry nodded slowly. “And I meant it. I never dreamed of palaces or crowns. Just someone kind… someone who saw me.”
She paused, her gaze drifting toward the horizon.
“And Bowser…” she hesitated. “He used to be feared — the villain, the monster... Even I was told to stay away from him.”
Peewie nodded softly. She, too, remembered the rumors. The fire. The destruction. The anger in his eyes.
“But he wasn’t born that way,” Cherry continued. “When we were younger, he was just a Koopa like any other. Stubborn, yes. Proud, yes. But not cruel. It was something that happened — and you know it...That made him become what the world feared.”
She looked back at Peewie. “But I knew. I always knew there was good in him. Even when he forgot it himself.”
Peewie’s expression softened, touched by both memory and truth.
“He’s not who he was,” Cherry said. “He still has his fire — but now it’s used to protect, not destroy. He’s… grown. Just like I have. And he didn’t change for me. He changed because he wanted to be someone better.”
“And you love him for who he’s become,” Peewie said.
Cherry smiled. “Exactly. Even though i always loved him since the beginning. That’s why I chose him. Not as a king. Not as a symbol. Just… as Bowser.”
Peewie’s smile was full of pride and sadness all at once. “You’ve always seen the good in people — even when others couldn’t.”
Cherry lowered her gaze. “I didn’t choose to leave you.”
There it was — the ache that had clung to her chest like ivy.
Peewie reached across the table and took her hand, warm and steady. “And I didn’t choose to let you go. But love… real love, Cherry… means letting each other grow. Letting go, even when it hurts.”
“I wanted you to come with me.”
Peewie shook her head gently. “My place is here. With Ivy. With Emmanuelle. Your mother still needs someone to keep her sane,” she added with a soft chuckle. “This is my home. But you… you’re ready to build yours.”
Cherry’s throat tightened. “I know Bowser will protect me. But sometimes… I wish I could be the little girl hiding behind your leaves during thunderstorms again.”
Peewie squeezed her hand. “You don’t need protecting anymore. You’ve become the woman I always knew you’d be.”
Cherry looked down, blinking quickly. “I don’t want to say goodbye.”
“You’re not. You’re saying see you soon. I’ll write. I’ll visit. And I’ll keep your room just the way it is. Even your diary — the one I absolutely never read.”
Cherry gasped. “You read it?!”
Peewie smirked. “You wrote: PRIVATE — DO NOT READ THIS, PEEWIE. I’M SERIOUS. Honestly, that was a challenge.”
Cherry laughed through her tears. Then, without hesitation, she stood and leaned over the table to hug her tightly.
“You were my first best friend,” Cherry whispered.
Peewie held her close. “You’ll always be my little princess.”
As night fell, the soft hum of distant engines signaled the arrival of the Koopa airship, just beyond the hills.
And from the quiet of Cherry’s bedroom, Peewie stood at the window, watching the wind tousle the vines along the sill.
Two teacups remained on the table behind her — a final ritual shared between two hearts, complete but never forgotten.