Forever With Me《Marcelee》

Chapter 38

(MARCELINE/"ERIN'S" POV)

"Honey, are you okay? Did you get enough sleep last night?" Ash asked as he looked at me from across the white wooden table. My eyes felt droopy and he must've noticed that.

"Not really," I muttered honestly, staring at the table.

He stood up, causing the chair to drag against the floor, and walked towards me. "Hey, don't stress yourself too much, okay?" He whispered and kissed my forehead.

"Okay," I answered. I took an apple from the basket at the center of the table and sucked its color after Ash walked towards the fridge.

"Baby, I'll be going out--"

"I'm coming with you!" I cut him off excitedly.

He stood straight and looked at me. "No," he responded. "Look m... Erin. Look, I can't risk you going out there. But it's okay, I'll buy you something on my way back home, okay?" He attempted to cheer me up. "Okay," I muttered.

"I'm so sorry, Erin, I just-"

"Nah, it's cool," I cut him off again. And honestly, I really was okay with it.

He hugged me briefly before he walked to our bedroom. He got changed, and walked to me again. "You might have to get used to this. I have to earn for us, you know," he said almost apologetically.

"Really, Ash. It's okay," I smiled to prove that I really was okay with it. He hugged me. "I'll come home at eight, and I'll make dinner," he stated as he pulled away.

"Okay," I responded with a smile.

He turned around and made his way to the door. "Oh! And one last thing," he blurted as he turned around again.

He walked towards me and wrapped his arms around me. He leaned in and kissed me. I kissed back. It lasted for almost a minute and I pulled away from him. "See you tonight, Queen," he smirked and walked out of the door. Queen. Did he use to call me that?

Glob, he is so sweet.

I snapped out of my thoughts. I'm alone in the house now. What to do?

Rummaging through the things in the house would be a good idea. Maybe find some diaries, photo albums, or just anything that might be interesting.

I went to the bedroom first.

I opened the closet and looked at our clothes, each one of them.

In the drawers.

Under the bed. I went down my knees and laid my head on the floor, looking for nothing in particular under. It was very dusty and dark. I stretched my arm around. I felt something. I quickly grabbed it and pulled my arm from under the bed.

It was a green stem that has three pink flowers and one bud. I blew on it to get the dust off. Slowly, I touched on the flowers and it shocked me. An ow escaped my lips followed by a hiss as I dropped it on the floor, and what seemed to be a little ghost emerged from it.

"You're not... a genius. You're not... a genius," it chanted. What?

I picked it up again and it continued chanting. I squeezed my eyes shut. Memories. I've heard this before, I did. But when? Where?

It's as if my mind was struggling to function. It felt like it was already there, at the back of my mind, but I just can't remember. This is pressuring me. I opened my eyes and threw the stem back under the bed. It finally shut up.

This is hard.

(MARSHALL'S POV)

I woke up to an empty bed. I'll never get used to this, Marcy.

I'm all alone now. Even Bonnie, Gumball, or Fionna wouldn't talk to me. They all wouldn't. But I didn't mean to push all my friends away.

Schwabl came to the room yapping. He's all I have now. He tugged the seam of my pants and I stood up and floated to the counter of the kitchen. I took the carton of dog food and fed him quickly.

I sat on the table as I watched him eat. Besides him, who am I living for?

What am I still doing? My whole life, I've been looking for the purpose as to why I'm still waking up each day. I guess I already found my purpose, and just like that, she slipped out of my hands.

I've lost my purpose, but I went on, looking for nothing short of a miracle. Am I fooling myself?

I guess these one thousand years have been a good enough experience. I chuckled at the thought. Now I'm contemplating suicide. This is driving me insane.

The opening of the front door snapped me out of my thoughts. I didn't bother looking, I waited for the person to come looking in the kitchen as I eyed the door.

Shortly after, a boy wearing a bear hat poked his head from the door. "Hey man," he greeted casually. "Hey," i responded just as casually. What was he doing here?

He walked towards me. "You should hang out with us again. We're actually worried about you," he said monotonously as he looked down and scratched the back of his head.

I stayed silent, but I was surprised.

"We know it's been hard for you, and it is for us too. Marcy was one of my best friends and it was just so sudden," he stated solemnly as he pulled a chair beside me and sat. "And I feel like we've been jerks to you for leaving you alone throughout this..."

"It's fine," I muttered. That's just how I am, Finn. I like being alone especially at times when I seem weak.

"So what'ya say buddy? PB planned a picnic for tonight. You should come."

"No, I don't think so," I looked down. Not after what happened last night.

"Why?" Came the expected question. I sighed, "I hit Gumball last night. I don't think they'd appreciate my presence tonight."

"But PB told me just this morning to tell you. This is all for you man," he replied. I debated in my head for a while. I guess I should. As hard as it is for me to admit it, having friends qould be nice.

I forced a weak smile which quickly faded as I looked down. "Okay."

(ASH'S POV)

I brought Marcy a new guitar. She'll love this. I had to spend money but it's better than sneaking into her house to give her back her axe-bass. Besides, she might gain memories from that. It doesn't matter anyway.

I turned down the alley where I met the woman in a brown coat. She handed me a thick bundle of cash, which I slipped into my satchel. I'll get the last bundle the day after tomorrow.

"Thanks!" I blurted and turned around. I stopped at the sound of her voice. "You let the girl live, didn't you?"

I sighed, not bothering to turn around. "I just can't kill her. I still want her."

There was silence between us for a while. I didn't look at her. I heard her inhale and exhale deeply. "Just make sure this doesn't get into my plan."

"Will do, Ma'am."