Mordecai and Rigby [BoyxBoy]

Prologue

This is onley the first chapter, but I wanna say thank you for attempting to read this. This is one of my first story's so it'll probably be a bunch of rubish ;x

Present Time.

Why did he have to go like this? Why couldn't it be me instead? I deserve this not him. I should've payed more attention. I promised that I'd keep him safe, that I'd never let anyone hurt him , but I failed, I failed so miserably. I disappointed him and myself. How can one mistake be so permanent?

I looked up from my lap and saw the pastor rambling things about the love of my life that laid in the casket. He seemed to be in a rush, like he was just itching to leave this depressing church. He didn't deserve this - this shit funeral. I couldn't stand it. I looked back down at my clasped hands in my lap. More tears left my eye's. I was sure there wearn't any left, that I ran out of tears, but I was wrong. They just kept coming. I couldn't feel them roll down my cheeks anymore. I was so use to them, I've been use to them for a week now...he died a week ago...because of...me. Protecting me.

I looked through the rows of benches and saw everyone in pain. They're eyes were blood shot. Each one of them had more tears than the other. Witch made me cry even more.

I felt warm hands reach into my own. I looked up at Eileen, she gave me a weak smile. Telling me that everything will be okay. I guess she knew that I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs and go hold the corpse that I love so much. If he was here he'd wipe away my tears and hold me. Just his presence made me feel better, his scent, his touch, his voice, his everything. He was just ripped away from me, like how a heart suddenly stops beating, breathing, living, loving. His heart is dead...because of me.

I'll never be happy without him . So why am I still living?

I can't eat, think, sleep, I can't erase this throbbing ache in my heart. Why torture myself? It's no point in walking this earth without him . I need him I need to see him again, touch him , hold him like I use to. Be his soldier again. I miss him - I love him. He can't be gone. This is just a nightmare that's all.

A lazy smile spread across my chiseled face and the tears stopped pouring down.

Eileen and Margaret both glanced at me. Shocked to see me smiling. Eileen slipped her hand out of mine and placed it under her thighs, she looked away then, but Margaret kept looking at me. I guess she was curious of why I was smiling. I sighed and glared back at her. She scooted back in the wooden bench and continued to listen to the pastor. This is when I finally started to listen myself.

"He was a great soul. Always aiming to make you smile or laugh. He was the outgoing one in the group..."

The words started to muffle and became little annoying sounds buzzing in my ear.

It hit me just then, that he really is gone. This isn't a dreadful dream. This is reality. All the emotions started coming in at ounce again causing a waterfall to form in my eyes. I tried to choke back the tears but then they broke lose. Running off my face on to my tux - his tux - the tux he let me use but I didn't return.

I got up from the wooden bench, walking through the rows of the large church, seeing faces I never saw before sitting in them. Did he know this much people? I hung my head and walked like I had all the time in the world, not caring if people were eyeing me or whispering about me. Ounce I got to the double doors of the church, Skips was standing in front of them.

"Move Skips." My voice cracked at the end from all the crying.

He looked down at me with sorrow in his eyes. He reached over and patted me on the back.

"I think you should stay and pay your respects to him. He wouldn't want to see you like this."

I rose an eyebrow and growled. "I think you should mind you're own God damn business!" I retorted.

Everyone turned they're heads to look at us. I was clearly causing a scene. I didn't want to though. I just needed some air. To get away from all the fake tears that was leaving everyone's eyes. No one knew him like I did. He was my life.

Skips moved from in front the door and opened it for me. I gladly walked out. I stuffed my hands into the pockets of the pants and took a deep breath in then releasing it. It was raining that day. But I didn't care if I got wet...he loved the rain.

I just started to walk as far as my legs could take me. The sound of my feet splashing in puddles kept me company. The sound of the rain drowned out the sound of my sobs. It washed away all my tears.

I fount the perfect tree. A tree to tell all my pain to. I sat down and leaned against it. It was tall and massive. It had branches coming from every direction. It reminded me of him. He always liked climbing trees, he loved everything about nature. He loved everything and I loved everything about him.

It's all my fault that he's gone. All because I was too stupid. I should've knew that I was hurting him. Knew that he was in pain. I should've been there to comfort him, but now he's gone.

"You're going to catch a cold." A Young man sat next to me. He was tall for sure. He had long skinny legs that lead to his small bony waist. Overall he looked statuesque and willowy. He had white short hair that went in every direction. It seemed natural though. His eyes were large and brown. Every eyelash counted they was long and every time he blinked it kissed his cheek. He wore glasses but that was only adding to his beauty...

"Umm...Hello?" I wasn't use to random people speaking to me, not to mention that it was raining like never before. Who would be out in the rain like this and couldn't he see that I was in no mood to talk?

"I'm Jeremy and you are?" He had a warm smile on his face and surprisingly I didn't want it to go away. But I really weren't in the mood to talk.

"Look, I understand you don't want to talk, but you look like you could use some comfort. Am I wrong?" Was this Dude reading my mind?

I shook my head "no" and pulled my knees up to my chest. Looking down at my feet.

"Care to tell me what's wrong?"

I wasn't about to open up to total stranger. I don't even know this guy, but perhaps opening up will release some of my stress...