Okay, this is really short. I think I'm only going to do one more chapter after this. Anyway, I feel super bad for doing this to 2D, but it had to be done. Hopefully, the ending I'm planning in the next chapter fits. This chapter needs no reviews because at this point it's pretty much too late to turn back and write more chapters that will remedy whatever problems there are in the story. Whatever chapters are here are here to stay.
Anyway, enjoy and I will see you all when I finally end it.
2D lay there, alone again. It hadn't been so bad to sleep alone before Aqua, but afterwards is was unbearable. He felt this ache in his chest all the time, feeling as if he would die if it got any worse. But 2D was not suicidal; he wanted to continue living to wait for her in case she came back. And every day he told himself she would return, and every night he was disappointed. And alone. Again.
It didn't feel right, without that giant nest of curly hair splayed across his chest, or his legs entangled with hers. It always felt like something was missing when he woke up cold without the body heat of another person on top of him. Never mind that he no longer had a sexual partner. He had lost his only friend.
Maybe it was karma. He hadn't been nearly as respectful as he knew he should've been, and he knew he didn't deserve her. She was too beautiful and too perfect. Way too smart, too. Half the time he was sure she could read minds. Or maybe he was just too stupid, like Murdoc had said. Maybe the rowboat thing was a bad idea. He wondered if Murdoc would've done the same thing. Probably not. Maybe he really was just an idiot, like Murdoc was always saying. And now she was dead and it was all his fault.
He couldn't deal with the guilt. He got up from the cot and shuffled to the lift. There was only one thing he could do when he couldn't take it anymore. Besides, he was having another splitting headache. They were more frequent now that Aqua had left. The guilt and worry, he supposed.
He pushed the button for the lab, but when the doors opened, he noticed the surgery lamp was on. Huh, funny. There were even a few bloody rags on the metal table. He wondered what Murdoc had done to himself. Maybe he had some kind of halucination and stabbed himself in the arm or something, with those heavy drugs he was always taking. 2D flicked on the room lights and crossed to the cabinet where his painkillers were kept.
But looking in, he saw that they were missing.
He looked around. He found the bottle lying on its side on the counter, the lid off. Huh. Was Murdoc taking that too, now? He looked inside. There were five pills left. He could've sworn he'd left seven in there yesterday. Now too curious to get high, he screwed the lid on the orange bottle and crossed to the metal table. There were three very bloody, once-white rags lying there. He poked one of them. This was fresh. The blood was probably no later than a couple of hours old. He looked at all the rags. There was one, on the opposite side from him, that had strings attached to the corners...
Wait a minute. He picked it up. It was a bikini top. It was a bikini top with a bloody handprint.
Aquamarine was here.
His heart sped up and fluttered with hope. She was alive! She'd come back for him! Even without sufficiently eating or sleeping for half a week, he found the energy to sprint to the lift. He smashed the button to Murdoc's bedroom far into the control panel and willed the doors to close. He needed to hear this. And who knows, maybe he'd seen her. He just hoped he didn't have the door locked.
The lift doors opened and he rushed to Murdoc's bedroom door. He knocked a few times and waited impatiently, but no answer came. Finally he just turned the wheel on the door and pushed inside.
In the light of the rising sun, he could see Murdoc. He was sleeping in his bed.
And so was Aquamarine.