Simply FORGOTTEN (Rick Sanchez x Evil Morty)

Ch. 14 love doesn't die

(Rick's POV)

A long tired sigh broke the silence in the spaceship that Rick was in. He knew leaving would only cause more conflict with Morty and himself, but he needed to leave and go away where no one would think to look. He knew doing this would only help himself. He never deep down wanted to think about others, you get hurt less that way. But in Rick's mind there was only infinite possibilities of what to do, each the most painful. He could go destroy a town, better yet a whole planet. He could go steal a new molecular relay dish for his new invention from a planet that needs new technologies. Or better in his mind, he could go to a planet no one would find him at, disappear forever and drink the rest of his days away. Which wasn't very long, according to his health. There was nothing he could do. He just wanted to die.

He had landed on that planet which was covered in riches of lands of gold. But only in strands of sand was the gold that tainted the mountains and dirt that covered that whole world and even contained a few harmless wild alien life and full evergreen valleys and forests. The whole planet was nothing but pure beauty and full of possibilities and a mansion Rick had built in his younger days.
It was only 3 stories high but contained new technologies and inventions, a few guest rooms and a few bathrooms with 3 hot tubs and a big kitchen, living room, lab and beautiful patios. He had everything he could live with. He has the wildlife and a kitchen full of food saved from over the years.

He parked his spaceship into his garage and had went into the big place he had now called his new home. He had sat down on his white couch covered in small sand bits of gold, brushed it all off onto the carpet on the floor and had reached for his remote before he had felt a pain in his side and only took it as a new bruise. He sighed picking up a kit from under the table and opened it up, revealing a syringe. He clenched his mouth tightly and wrapped a tight band around his arm above his elbow. He touched the syringe to his skin, not caring what was in it, he just wanted to be high and numb. He laid back into his couch and turned his TV on and had went to a alien TV show and it went to a plumbus commercial.
His mind only navigated of all the memories he had spent with his old family. He loved this commercial. He would watch it with Morty from time to time and would remember when they watched it in that alien hospital when Morty's father was almost given to the alien race for his crotch. Back then he would laugh because of it, laugh because Jerry had a pathetic life. But now, all he could do was have a tear fall because deep down he was grateful Morty was created. He was grateful that he existed because if he didn't feel what he did just now he would believe that Morty was just a dream. That evil Morty was just a dream.
But all of it was real, the pain in his heart and mind was real and the painful silence of another voice or even a sound of breathing in that large living room was real.
His time was short and he knew it. He also knew that if he went back to there nothing would change. He would still die. Everyone dies, it's natural but he would rather die far away then to just die in Morty's arms. Morty never deserved that.
He gripped his chest to feel his heart beat slow and skipped beats and he closed his eyes feeling the blood come up to his lips. This was it. He was going to die. And all he wanted was to feel something. And now he felt it all.

(Evil Morty's POV)

Clenching the steering wheel of the spaceship, evil Morty was done. He did what he could never do and his red soaked face and shirt told of complete regret and craziness. He didn't mean to accidentally spill red wine from the living room table on him and evil Rick while they were fighting. Eventually he gave up and stormed out taking the spaceship, which evil Rick had mistakenly left the keys out in the garage. He had left evil Rick once and for all and he was going to find his Rick before something bad happens. His thoughts frenzied on how come Rick's health was deteriorating. He was multiplying countless geometric solutions and hypothesising reasons of why Rick was dying. Could it be old age? Could it be something he ate or did?
He didn't know. And he wouldn't know for sure unless he monitors him up close. He looked down at his monitor tablet thing which started beeping rapidly showing him a location in space where his Rick is. Rick hadn't liked it but years ago evil Morty had Rick put a transmitter in himself and evil Morty would do the same.
Now all he had to do was find him and hope Rick wouldn't be hateful and forgive.

(It's been forever since I've been here and I'm sorry. But I'm back and I'll try to keep going. Honestly I got caught up in school and forgot all about this.)