Forever With Me《Marcelee》

Chapter 32

(MARSHALL'S POV)

"It was all an accident. The explosion came from the kitchen. As the fire grew bigger and scattered, it sparked another explosion in the lab. But it is still unknown what caused the fire in the first place."

Bubblegum's words echoed through my head as I gulped down another mouthful of liquor. No, it doesn't explain everything. I still can't believe Marcy is...

No, I refuse to say it. I refuse to believe it. It all just happened so fast.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Hunson. I only looked down. He sat down beside me with a glass in his hand, and the damaged flannel in his other hand. He poured the alcoholic drink onto his own glass as I eyed him. He also has been crying.

We just drank in silence until he spoke. "Marshall, I never really hated you. I-I just... I just didn't realize Marceline had grown up. I've always been busy being the ruler of the Nightosphere that I seemed to have forgotten that I was also a dad."

He brushed his hair back and I continued to listen to him.

"I was not with Marcy most of her life, you know that. I didn't realize how fast she had grown, and I thought I could always have the time to make up. And I was just convinced that I can't do that now because she already had... you."

"Mr. Abadeer... I-it's not like that. I would've-"

"I know. I'm sorry Marshall."

I looked away and blinked the tears off. "I want you to know that... your daughter forgave you a long time ago already, before you could say your sorry. She always talks about you, and how much you mean to her. She loves you," I told him. He kept silent.

That feeling came again, the feeling that crashed to me in waves since that happened. Guilt. It crawled all over me. I didn't give a damn, I didn't give a single damn that Hunson was going to see me cry.

"Mr. Abadeer I'm so sorry," I croaked. He looked at me with concern. I talked before he could say anything.

"You trusted me, but I couldn't protect her."

I looked at the drink in my left hand. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Hunson's figure rise from his chair. "Marshall," he uttered. I looked at him and stood up too.

He unexpectedly gave me a firm hug, and for the first time in my life, I felt the embrace of a father. I hugged him back.

"It was an accident. It's not your fault."

He pulled away after a while and looked up to me. He gave me a pat on the shoulder as he turned around. A blue portal opened. He left into the Nightosphere.

Now, I'm all alone in the dark, cold house. The same house, but it feels bigger and empty.

Tears began to wash over my eyes. I can't help it, I can't stop them from falling. I slumped back into the chair and I gulped down another mouthful. And another.

And another.

And another.

Schwabl whimpered at my feet. "I'm sorry boy," I whispered to him. It was starting to kick in.

I staggered into the bathroom still bringing the bottle and leaned against the sink. Liquid disgorged from my mouth. There goes all the liquor I drank along with my dinner last night. I can't digest liquor.

I twisted the cold metal handle and water streamed into the sink, washing away my vomit. I plopped into the bathroom floor beside the sink, my back against the cold tiled wall. The silence was deafening. It was gloomy, with only the light from outside illuminating the bathroom.

I miss you already, Marcy. A part of me still believes you're alive. I want to believe that you are. Please don't leave me like this. Just please wake me up from this horrible nightmare. Please come home. Just please... I want to look into those crimson eyes again. I want to feel your loving touch again. I want to hear that voice that I adore so much. I want to hear that laugh that makes me feel alive again.

I just want to walk out of here and find you standing in front of me, healthy and well. I want to believe that this is all just a bad dream, that I would wake up any minute now.

Glob, I was such a f■■kin' idiot! Why couldn't I protect her? Why did I have to leave her alone? If I had to postpone my proposal to save her from that terrible accident, I would have, just to keep her safe. I shouldn't have just surprised her. I shouldn't have just celebrated my stupid birthday.

She could've been my fiancée. She could've been my wife.

Why did this have to happen? Why her?! If someone had to go I'd rather it be me.

I threw the bottle into my lips and chugged down. I took the small black box from my loose jeans. Looking at the golden circlet just made me frown, because there was no finger to wear it now. With our engagement ring in my palm and a bottle of liquor in my other hand, I continued to drink, hoping to kill this pain inside.