Sometimes Things Fall Apart

Chapter Twenty-Three

       Heavy knocks on my door pulled me from my thoughts as I sat on the couch, aimlessly watching television. I stood and answered the door, not caring that I probably looked a mess.

        Morty stood in front of me, panic in his eyes as he hastily thrust a letter into my hand. "(Y/N), you have to read this!" His eyes were pleading as I walked over to my couch, Morty following close behind.

       (Y/N),

                I know you say I hurt you. There's no denying that. When somebody says you hurt them, you don't get to turn around and decide that you didn't. I'm sorry I made your life hell. I'll leave you be from now on. At least this way I'll know you're okay, even if I can't be there you keep you safe. I'm sorry. 

                          Forever yours, Rick.

       I didn't know what to think at first. I hadn't seen Rick in two days, ever since he ran out of my house crying. I'd never seen him so vulnerable before then. "Morty, w-what happened?!" Morty trembled, his voice wavering, "Don't y-you get it, (Y/N)? He turned himself in to the Galactic Federation! He said he didn't want to hurt you anymore, but he couldn't... he wanted to kill himself, but he couldn't. He said he didn't want to put that on you, so he turned himself in. Please, (Y/N), you have to help me get him back!" Tears poured out of Morty's eyes as he wrapped his arms around my middle, burying his face in my stomach, "P-Please, (Y/N). I need Rick back. Everybody does. I'm sorry for everything I ever said or did to hurt you, but please!" 

        I released a shaky breath, tears spilling down my own face. "Morty?" I pulled him back, holding him in place, "I promise you, we will get Rick back.

       "We'll bring him back home, no matter what." Pulling Morty into one final hug, we began to plan what would most likely be a suicide mission.