𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗲 | 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘺(𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 3)[Choice 1]

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 10

𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚢'𝚜 𝙿𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚅𝚒𝚎𝚠:

"Morty, I uhm, brought you c-coffee... I'm making dinner." I heard Rick's voice echoeing before everything started coming into focus.

I felt my eyes stinging before opening them slightly to see the wall and my door, open.

" I unlocked and open-opened your door after you fell asleep... To check on you." I heard Rick mumble from beside me.

I kept staring at the wall, Rick sighed before he walked, stopping at the door, turning around slightly.

" I really didn't mean what I said, Morty. I don't want you to die, Kid. " Rick stammered, his voice just above a whisper.

I didn't even respond. I heard him walking away and my eyes glossed over again. I slowly turned around to check the time. 5:29 pm... I slept the entire day? But I'm still fucking tired... I feel like I'm dead. Just great. It's better than seeing Rick, I guess.

I harshly wiped the tears that wouldn't stop falling as I drank the dumb coffee Rick made me. After a while I just stared at the empty cup, ignoring the fucking tears that rolled down my cheeks, collecting at the bottom of my chin before dropping onto my shirt... I've never been this hurt before, ever... I thought he at least cared for me, even a little, after all of these years... The look in his eyes last night, it was like he meant it.

I saw a figure standing in my door, but I made it off as nothing, a figment of my imagination, like everything else in my useless life.

" Mort- Morty. " Rick's voice cracked harshly before he gulped loudly.

I roughly wiped my tears to indicate that I was listening. I heard him shuffling towards me and the bed dipped as he sat down on the edge.  I continued to stare into the cup, my chest aching just from his presence. The tears started running down my face again, falling into the cup this time... I wonder how many cups I've cried to a fucking brim in my pathetic life.

"Morty, just look at me." Rick whispered, moving closer.

I looked up at him, but I wasn't really focused, I was just staring, feeling slight numbness wash over me as I was almost watching from above.

"Oh... Fuck, Kid." Rick mumbled, looking away for a moment before slightly gripping my hand that laid on the duvet, fresh marks from my nails harshly piercing my skin earlier. He stared at them before looking back up at me. I just stared at him, tears slightly blurring everything as my mouth pulled into a straight line.

Rick frowned for a moment, his eye twitching slightly. I tried pulling my hand out of his but he gripped my hand tighter.

"I didn't mean what I said earlier, Morty. I don't w-want you dead. " Rick said in a almost worried tone.

I still didn't reply, I kept staring at the blurred mess in front of me.

"Morty! Say something! Anything! I'm fucking SORRY!" Rick snapped.

I still didn't do anything, tears just rolled down my cheeks, falling onto my shirt.

" If anything were to happen to you, Morty..." He trailed off, sitting next to me.

"I'm worried Morty, can't you see that? You cried y-yourself to sleep, slept th-the whole day, you look like shit and your still crying... You're not talking, Morty, please. I'm talking to myself here. " Rick continued.

I slowly started focusing on him as he rubbed over his face, running his hand through his hair before standing up, walking to the door.

" Wh-what are we eating? " I asked, my voice hoarse.

Rick turned around quickly, stepping into my room again.

" Mac and cheese." He murmured.

That's my favorite... He remembered. I slowly swung my feet off of the bed, everything spinning. I stood up, walking to my door, but Rick still stood there, I awkwardly looked at him before going to move around him, but he grabbed the back of my shirt, turning me around before pulling me into his chest. I hit my nose against his chest and that made the tears welling up in my eyes again fall even faster, I pushed him away, but he gripped me tighter.

"I didn't mean what I said, Morty. Don't stay mad at me...not l-like this" his voice rumbled through his chest.

I awkwardly nodded, trying to swallow my rage... For Rick... Like I always do.