Try (An Adventure Time FF)

Goodnight Sweet Prince

•Gumball•

"I'm sorry." He wouldn't even look at me.

"You don't have to apologize if you just stay." I pleaded.

"I can't. You know I can't."

"Then take me with you. Please. I-I can't-"

"Why would I take you away? Your people need you. They need you much more than I do."

"Marshall please." I felt hot tears stream down my cheeks.

"Bubba, don't make this harder than it already is."

He walked to me and kissed my forehead.

"I have to leave now." He said quietly as he caressed my cheek.

"Will you come back?" I asked hopefully.

"I don't know. I don't know if I'll even live."

He said it so quietly I could barely hear him. But I did, and it felt like a dagger to my heart. He began to walk away from me.

"No." I whispered. He continued on. I crumpled to the ground with a strangled scream, "No!"

Ignoring my desperate sobbing, he kept walking away until he vanished completely, never to return.

I woke up with a start. I sat straight up and began panting. It was still pitch black outside. I rubbed my eyes with the heels of my palms then sat there with my head in my hands. I hadn't had a nightmare in so long, I'd forgotten what the sheer terror felt like. I looked beside me and saw an empty bed with disheveled covers. I froze as my stomach dropped with dread. Maybe I wasn't actually dreaming. I fell back to the mattress in a ball and began to sob.

"Why didn't I stop him. Why didn't I stop him." I whimpered over and over.

The bathroom door creaked open. Marshall walked out, tousling his black hair. He looked down at me and walked quickly to the bed, pulling me to him.

"Bubba I'm here. I'm right here. It's okay. I'm here."

He started rocking back and forth with me in his arms.

"What's wrong Bubba?"

"You left me." I sobbed out, "I woke up and I thought you were really gone."

"Oh glob I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were having a nightmare. But it's okay I'm right here. I'm not leaving. It's okay."

I cried for a few more minutes before finally calming down. All the while, Marshall was humming and rocking me back and forth to sooth me. When I finally stopped crying, he laid me down. He laid down next to me and I immediately latched onto him. I didn't want to lose him. I just got him. The thought of losing him made me want to cry again.

"I'm right here. I'm not leaving. I promise." He whispered into my hair. "I'll be here now and I'll be here when you wake up in the morning." He assured.

"Thank you." I said weakly against him.

I was already tired but that just exhausted me even more. I drifted back into sleep as Marshall played with my hair.

I awoke to a knock on the door. I stretched and sat up slowly. Marshall laid beside me, looking at the door in annoyance. I stood and walked to the door.

"Who is it?" I asked groggily.

"Milord, it's time to get up. You have duties to attend to." The maid said cheerily.

"Thank you. I'll be out soon."

Satisfied with my response, she walked away. I groaned and slid down the door. I was so exhausted. And today I would have to do twice the work with Bonnie being at her convention.