Slow Farewell (Reprise)

Help Me

As everyone reconciled, he was left alone, with no one. Nobody to talk to, nobody to love, but I guess that's what he deserved. He sat up, hugging himself. Maybe that hallucination was right. His face wasn't wet from tears anymore. Was it even real? Eventually, Green approached him.

"King." She called, to no avail. King didn't seem to notice. "King." She repeated, slightly louder this time, and finally he snapped out of his trance and looked up. "Where's Purple?" King looked at Green like a scared child. He was surprised that anyone even wanted to talk to him after what he had done. The once powerful king was now weak and pathetic. He sighed, and took off his crown, reluctant to explain what happened. Green tapped her foot impatiently as she towered above the man.

"They're gone. Dead." He admitted, choking back the tears. Green's smile dropped instantly. She backed away, in disbelief that this was true. Everyone else made it, how could this happen? The innocent teen died, trying to save someone who didn't deserve it.

"What have you done..?" Green's voice sounded horrified and devastated. By the look on her face, everyone else could tell what happened. They approached him.

"I.. sincerely, am so sorry." King stood, avoiding eye contact with anybody. He stood up and he began to walk towards the nether portal he originally came from. Everyone felt bad for him, but felt too disconnected and betrayed to stop him from leaving. He didn't care if they forgave him, he didn't even forgive himself.

Stepping through the nether portal, King found himself back inside his real home. The same untouched, dusty and disorganized basement as before. He flicked the lever to turn the portal off, vowing to never open it again. After what he did, he wasn't sure how he could show his face back there. Anything from Minecraft, he hid away in his basement and never went inside it again.

Once he got to his bedroom, he noticed that framed picture of Gold. He couldn't bear to look at it, so he gently hid it in a drawer. In fact, anything that reminded him of his son, he unhealthily avoided. He pushed his regret away, and continued to live his miserable life with nobody to love. The hole in his heart would never be the same.

King became depressed, if not before, now he was at his lowest. The light in his life was gone. He hardly had motivation to get out of his bed in the morning because he took what that hallucination said to heart. He didn't deserve to live, at least that's what he thought. King was unemployed, so every day seemed the same. Wake up, scroll endlessly on your phone, and sleep.
His lack of motivation led to him starving himself. King didn't want to show his face outside, even if nobody had known what he had done. His food supply slowly depleted, and he became weak all the time, barely getting out of bed anymore.

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Nobody had seen anyone in the house for weeks, so eventually a kind neighbor decided to check in. Once she headed over, she knocked on the door, but King didn't have any energy to answer it. He only grunted, sounding very ill. This young mauve colored person knocked again in concern. With no response, she turned the door knob. To her surprise, it was unlocked. Light flooded the room, revealing an seemingly empty house.

It looked untouched, the table and counters collecting dust. Strangely enough, the walls were covered in scribbles and drawings, it all seemed faded and unintelligible, though. Nonetheless, Mauve didn't give up, she was sure she heard someone. She inspected the house for the source of the noise, and discovered a bedroom, which the door creaked open. She nervously looked in. Sure enough, King was there. He looked pale, tired and sick. The kind stranger approached him hurriedly.

"A-are you okay?!" He didn't say anything, so Mauve shook him.

"Huh?" He whimpered quietly, squinting at the stranger. He didn't even have the energy to be surprised that someone broke into his house and was standing at his bed.

"C-Can you talk?! Mango right?" Mauve questioned, panicked. This took King by surprise. Someone... actually knew his name? Does someone actually care? This person was panicked because of King's poor condition. He didn't answer her question, he only weakly nodded.

"Oh jeez, you're so skinny! I mean- I'll get you something! Stay here." She ordered, rushing into the kitchen. Mauve examined the cupboards and fridge. They were practically empty but she managed to find some leftover jerky. She came back to King- no, Mango's bedroom, and flicked on the light switch so he stopped laying in the dark. It was blaring at first, but he got used to it. On his nightstand, she set down the jerky.

"Eat some." She instructed. Mango turned away from the stranger. She was trying to help, but Mango felt he didn't deserve it.

Mauve sighed. She gently put her hand on Mango's shoulder, and sat on the edge of his bed. "Are you okay? Tell me what's wrong." She insisted in a gentle voice, trying to comfort him. She looked him right in the eyes. Although she barely knew him, Mauve was worried about Mango. It was only natural, who wouldn't be concerned about this man?
Silence. Mauve helped Mango sit up, although he didn't want to. She sat there, patiently waiting for him to explain why he hasn't left his house in weeks.
His lips started quivering and suddenly, quiet weeping could be heard from Mango. He covered his face in shame. Really? Crying in front of a stranger? You really are pathetic. The voice inside his head told him, but he couldn't help it. Nobody had noticed him for weeks, let alone care about him.
"Awe, you poor thing." She felt great pity for him, and grabbed his hand gently. "It's okay to cry." This kindness was undeserved, it made Mango cry even harder. This gentle soul let him cry as long as he needed to, helping him through it.
She may have not known anything about him, but she knew he needed someone now. Mango would be eternally grateful for her actions later on. He cried for almost fifteen minutes until he finally calmed down. "Are you ready to chat?" She asked gently.
"I," Mango's voice cracked. He hadn't spoken for a long time. "I don't want to talk about it." He wiped his ugly tears off his face. Mauve was surprised that he said anything at all. She nodded respectfully.
"That's okay. For now, eat." Mango was hesitant, despite being so hungry. "Please." She added. Reluctantly, Mango obeyed and nibbled on one of the pieces of jerky. Mauve smiled, glad he was beginning to listen.
"I'll get you something better. I'll come back soon, okay?" Mauve stood up. Mango almost didn't want her to go, like a child missing their parent but still, he nodded and allowed it. Mango continued to eat the dried jerky, as Mauve went over to their house to grab some food.