Decided to write a sequel to Too Late. There will be more chapters if I get enough reviews. (:
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Mordecai's P.O.V.-
Every since Rigby die-I mean passed on, everything has changed. Benson hasnt been on my case when I slacked off. Skips and Pops seemed to be advoiding me. Even Muscle Man and High Five Ghost seemed to change. They no longer teased me and surpislying, Muslce Man no longer went around saying his famous quote-'My mom'. The atmosphere around here changed. Ever since that "day" the fun and teasing in the house was no more. Rigby had seemed to make everything and everyone better. But he is dead now. And somehow it is my fault. I know he told me not to blame my self. Yet, how can I not? I mean seriously, I did tell him everyone would be better off he took it to heart and killed himself. Of course he left a letter and everything that told us not to blame ourseleves. This didnt matter. We all took the blame. Benson thinks he was too harsh, Skips believes that he wasnt a good friend to realize that Rigby was hurting, Pops-well he's Pops. Muscle Man and High Five Ghost believe that they were too harsh with him. And me. I always treated him like dirt. Like he was stupid and idiotic. Tears began pouring down my face. Oh how I wish that he knew, that I missed him. Missed his laughter, his jokes, and most importanly, him being beside me all the time. Man, he was my best buddy. Rigby had always stood beside me through thick and thin. His life gone too soon. Not Rigby. He shouldnt have died. It shouldnt have been him. I need to tell him I am sorry. After sitting for a while, I stood up. I know what I have too do.
Third person's p.o.v-
Mordecai moved slowly torward the kicthen. With determation. Luckily there was no one in the house at the moment. This was his oppruinty and he needed to take it now. He needed to reach wanted him to know how sorry he was. He just needed to be with Rigby. No matter the cost. In the kitchen, he went to the the knife drawer and took out the sharp object within it. The knife was a knife Rigby had bought him for his birthday. A knife they had shared to cut each other' food. Something that was speical. Something that was going to reunite them forever. He placed the knife on his wrists and cut down drawing blood. He proceeded to cut the other wrist. Placing the knife of the counter, Mordecai slide to the ground closing his eyes as he was consumed by the darkness.
Sorry. I had to end it here. Please do not hate me. If I get reviews, I will post more. If not then, oh well.