Author's Notes: The italics in this chapter are thoughts
Life is Beautiful
{3rd person POV}
"Oh Jane, even though its been five years I still miss you so much..." A tear rolled down the raccoon's cheek. "Don said he stopped by earlier, and I would have too, but you know how Benson is with my work schedule," he said with a sigh. He gently touched the top of the gravestone, running his finger along the curve until it reached the ground. "Oh, I almost forgot. I brought you flowers. They're Morning Glories, your favorite." He gently placed the bouquet by the gravestone. More tears started to stream down his face. "I feel like I didn't get to know you enough, even though I did," he had to let out a slight laugh at this comment. "Now I'm not making any sense. Guess I know where it came from." He sat back and looked up at the sky, searching for any sign she was really listening. He smiled through the tears. He knew she was looking out for him, even though he couldn't look out for her anymore.
"You ready, Rigby?" Mordecai walked up slowly behind Rigby, speaking quietly so he didn't startle the softly weeping raccoon.
"Yeah, I'm ready.." Rigby stood up and took one final look at the entire cemetery.
It was simple, all the gravestones were in rows with enough room in between. Flowers were placed on many of them; some had names and dates of birth for couples who didn't even pass yet. The sun had already set, giving the place of rest a more peaceful setting.
Rigby sighed, "She was always so... So..." He started to sob, unable to finish his sentence.
"I know, man." Mordecai put his arm around Rigby as they walked back to the cart. Despite the pair never hugging or even coming closer in contact than a high five, this was an exception. Rigby walked in silence, but a few tears snuck their way down his face.
They drove back to the park; the house was dark when they arrived. The house was never this quiet. The silence became almost unbearable for the poor raccoon.
Mordecai broke it immediately. "I guess everyone is asleep." He looked down at Rigby.
Rigby nodded and walked up to their room, not really wanting Mordecai to follow. The blue jay knew to give Rigby a little space on this day.
The raccoon shut the door behind him, not even bothering to turn on a light. He went to his trampoline bed and layed down. Staring at the ceiling, he thought of all the good times he had with Jane.
There was the time when they were little and went to the zoo. Death Bear scared Rigby, causing Jane to laugh but in a playful way, not meaning to hurt his feelings. She gave him some of her ice cream to make up for it. He also thought of the time Jane and he got lost when trying to pick up Don from karate. Don ended up waiting outside for three hours when the two finally showed up. It was fun getting lost, but boy the lecture they got. Moving on to a happier memory, Rigby thought of the time she and he rode around on bikes through the department store. They always had good times when they were together.
It still isn't fair. I can't hate her, even though I want to. I still remember her smile, her laugh, those big brown eyes that saw the beauty in the world. Yet, the world was the reason for her death. I still can't understand what led her to do that to herself...
Speaking of brown eyes...
Rigby suddenly shot up, panicked. He forgot about his plans with Eileen. They were supposed to go see a new documentary about some endangered animals. it was Eileen's choice, naturally. He quickly grabbed his phone and dialed, praying she'd pick up. He sighed with relief when he heard her voice.
"Hello?"
"Eileen, I'm so so sorry I didn't meet you at the theatre. Something came up and I-"
"It's okay Rigby," She interrupted. Something was off about her voice.
"You're off tomorrow, right?" She didn't answer his question, so he just went on. "I can get Mordecai to cover for me and I can come and see you and make it up to you."
"Yeah, I'd like that." Her voice was more cheery than before, but still not normal. She hung up before Rigby could say goodbye.
Something isn't right...
Rigby sprinted down the stairs as fast as his four legs could.
"Rigby, where are you going?"
Rigby couldn't hear Mordecai's full sentence because he was already out the door. He drove the cart to Eileen's apartment. Despite knocking quite loud for his small arms, nobody answered. He could hear some frantic movement in coming from inside. He tried turning the knob; it was locked. Rigby then decided to pick the lock with one of Eileen's bobby pins he found but never returned. Within seconds, he had the door unlocked. When he opened the door, his eyes grew wide at the sight in the living room of the mole's apartment.
"Eileen!"