The Diary

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       Our relationship absolutely flourished over the last two weeks. We regained our closeness, though we hadn't gone on an adventure yet. But now it was too late to make a quick trip.

       "I wish you didn't have to go back so-so soon." I hugged Morty, watching Beth help carry his bag back out to the car. Morty looked ready to cry, "I know." His voice broke and I pulled him back, placing a kiss on his nose. "It'll b-be fine. At least now, may-maybe, you'll come back on eugh on the weekends?" He nodded, "Yea, definitely."

       "Alright, you two, time to go." Beth walked in, clapping her hands, "I know, you're going so far away. But you'll be back soon." Morty let go, pulling me into one more kiss, "Bye, Rick. I love you."

       I waved, "I love you too, Morty." When he hopped into the car, I felt like all the happiness drained away. The car pulled away and Morty waved goodbye once again through the window. I returned the gesture and sat on the couch once the car disappeared from view.

       The house was empty once again. Summer had left a week ago, Beth was driving Morty, and Jerry was hanging out with a friend, something that was weird to me.

       I had no idea what to do with myself. I could go out and buy a phone, but that'd be kind of stupid. I could just te- No, I can't interrupt Morty at college. I could always enroll myself. Boooring.

       There was nothing I could do, really, to increase the amount of time I could have with Morty. He still had over half a year's worth of school to complete. This was going to be the longest time of my life, much worse than my 20's. "Great."

       I huffed and continued sitting on the couch, essentially pouting. I was lonely, not usually something I was used to experiencing. I couldn't just shrug off this type of loneliness. It felt like I just got Morty, and I was already limited. I was so bored.

       Wait a minute.

       What the hell happened to that ring I gave him?

       He wasn't wearing it at all, and he didn't seem to mind that it was gone. Did he lose it? Did he forget it somewhere? Why didn't he have it, or say anything if he lost it.

       I thought over the last few weeks, trying to remember if I'd seen him wearing it. I couldn't remember it ever being on his pinkie, or him ever pulling it out of his bag. 

       Maybe it's in his room somewhere?

       I stood and made my way to his room, trying to figure out why he wouldn't have it, or mention anything about the ring whatsoever. 

       Sitting on the edge of Morty's bed, I sat and wondered where he might have put it, if he had actually left it. "Maybe in-in the drawers?" I pushed objects aside and dug in his dresser and nightstand, searching. The most I found was a shirt he'd forgotten and two comics he left behind. I moved to sit on the bed, my foot knocking against something. 

       "What the eugh hell?" I looked down, searching for the object.

       Is that a journal?