Okay guys, this is my first fanfic EVER. Pretty sure no one's gonna read it, but if you do, please be nice. I'm new to this whole thing.
In this story, Marty and Alex don't love love each other, they're just in love with each other as friends. If that makes sense? It's hard to explain.
I don't own any of the Madagascar characters or the movie or anything.
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"Just eat this," I said on the first, second, and third days of his starvation, scooting the fruit platter I was eating across the table to the empty placemat he was sitting behind.
Every single time he would simply say, "I can't, Marty. You know that," and push the platter back to my spot. I saw the depression and sadness in his eyes and lost my appetite. I could hardly bear eating in front of him anyways.
Every night he came into my hut in the forest thinking I was asleep, slumped down next to me, and gently lay his weary head on my stomach. We were, by nature, mortal enemies, and I knew he was hungry for me every second of his life on that cursed island. But our love for each other was so great that I trusted that he wouldn't lay a hand on me.
He broke my heart every time I saw him, because I knew it was my fault that we were there. I wanted to run and embrace him and hold his head to my chest and tell him I was sorry, but I didn't want to make things harder for him than they already were. Physical contact between us was initiated by him and him only for the fear of coming close to him at a time when he was unable to restrain himself.
When he was halfway through the second week without eating, he didn't have enough energy to do anything anymore. He stayed bedridden in my hut, and I, by his request, spent almost every second there with him, only leaving for minutes at a time to go to the bathroom, eat, and drink.
"I need you to be close to me right now," he suddenly said one day. I walked over by him, and he used what seemed to be all his strength to lift himself up and lay his furry head in my lap. I instinctively started stroking his soft mane and we looked into each other's eyes for what seemed to be the longest time. My heartbeat was going a mile a minute.
"I love you, Marty. You know that, right?" he said in an extremely weak voice. Just talking took up half of his energy.
"Of course I know that" I replied. He grinned and let out a barely audible chuckle.
"Good." He closed his eyes. I kissed him on the forehead and continued stroking his mane.
"I love you too, Alex," I said after a while. "So much." He grinned again. His breathing was getting slower and slower until it came to a complete stop.
I stared at his body, my hoof resting on his mane. A silent tear rolled down my cheek.
"All my fault," I mumbled to myself.