~time to fix all the tension from the last chapter... (lowkey just wants to sleep but also wants to make readers happy)~

Rick's POV

I immediately run to my desk, trying to avoid looking at the b̶e̶a̶u̶t̶i̶f̶u̶l̶ pale and sad looking girl hanging from the ceiling. I mentally slap myself at the fact I almost used the word "beautiful" to describe her. I find that the knife I got for her had blood on it. I was going to give it to her as a gift for being so nice to Morty, though I didn't know why I thought a knife was a good gift, especially since I just found out about her fucked up childhood. You liar, Rick! You were gonna give it to her as a gift because you love her! Shut up, voice in my head! I thought you were on my side!!! While I had that little argument with myself, I swiftly grabbed the knife and started sawing at the rope. The rope gave in to the weight and the  pressure and Y/N fell limply to the ground. I picked her up bridal style after getting the rope off her neck, slightly blushing at her pale, yet calm face.

I cleared off a desk and placed her on the desk as I shouted for Beth. She rushed in with a shocked face. "Oh my god, what happened to Y/N?!"

I replied, trying to be in the most emotionless state I could as to not cause suspicion, "Y/N was taking quite a while in here, so Morty sent me to *urp* check on her because he was getting worried, and I found her trying to hang herself." Beth immediately rushed to my side and placed her hands on Y/N's chest (not like that you dirty minded little fucks ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), starting to perform CPR. She continued pumping for about an hour or so, my face filled with worry, trying not to let Beth see it. Suddenly, she stopped. I caught a stray tear fall down her eye while I asked "Wh-wh-wh-why did you stop?"

"I'm sorry, but she's too far gone..."

Hearing those words, I felt like my whole universe was just thrown into a document shredder like it was a normal piece of paper. I felt my heart fall to my stomach and shatter like a glass vase against a concrete floor as my whole body went pale and my eyes grew to an unbelievable size. Luckily, Beth didn't see it, because she told me she'd get the kids and tell them what happened. She left the garage, and then it was just me and Y/N.

Well, I guess... Just me. With Y/N's heart wrenching corpse on the desk in front of me.

Just as soon as Beth left, she came right back with everyone. Summer saw her body on the desk and immediately screamed and started crying. That drama Queen. Hey, hypocrite, you'd do the same if you could. Morty just held a dazed and traumatized expression, like the face he wore when he buried himself. Jerry was the only one that showed no emotion. He just continued to play his stupid balloon popping game. He only looked up once, making a noise of acknowledgement before playing his game again. They all glared at him while I took the chance to look at her face once again, sadness and heartbreak creeping on my face.

I realized beth noticed the look on my face when she placed a hand on my shoulder, making me jump and look at her. She said with a smile,

"It's okay, dad. We loved her too."

I was genuinely surprised that she was okay with my feelings for Y/N. I gave my wonderful and loving daughter a small smile before she ushered out her crying daughter, traumatized son, and idiot husband. "I'll call in someone to report her death and get her buried."

She was about to leave herself when I interrupted her with a sharp "No. Don't do anything."

Beth looked at me, shocked for a moment, before finally understanding what I meant. "Okay, let's hope you can get her back." She left the room once more as I locked the garage door. I took a big, long swig out of my flask as I feel myself tear up. I walk over to where Y/N was in a long deep slumber. I wouldn't, no, I couldn't let my brain believe she would be sleeping forever. I picked up my desk chair and sat down, pulling myself close to Y/N. I place my hand on hers, entangling our fingers. God, her hands are so soft... Admit it, Rick. You love her. I lay my head on our intertwined knuckles, and started talking like she could hear me.

"Y/N, I understand how you feel. Depression, *urp* it doesn't feel good. I've had it since I lost my wife. After she died, I never thought I'd love again, until I met you. Y/N, your eyes let off a bright E/C glow, the way your H/C hair flows, even when there's no force pushing it. Your S/C skin is so incredibly soft, I wish I got the chance to feel it more often. To feel... More... Of it..." I blushed as I looked at her thighs, but quickly looked back at her sealed eyes. "Y/N, please, don't do this to us. Don't leave us. Don't leave... Me. Y/N..."

"I love you."

I lay my arms on the table, practically throwing my head into them, sobbing. I didn't move, not even when Beth called us for dinner that night. I didn't eat, I didn't drink, I didn't sleep. I didn't leave Y/N's side. What kind of god would do this? What kind of person am I for leaving her alone in my garage when I knew there was a whole shit ton of stuff she could use against us... And herself... Especially with how incredibly corrupt her childhood is?! I think long and hard about suicide that night while I was still crying. If I do it, I'll be with her forever, but... I'll leave everyone behind... I realize I've been holding my laser gun to my temple for the past hour or so, my finger rubbing against the trigger, contemplating on whether or not to pull it.

I just want to see her again...

~Holy shit, cliffhanger, cause I'm a dick! I'm also sleep drunk out of my fucking mind, I just sat on the couch watching my cats fumbling around cause they were high on catnip for like an hour before I got bored and decided to write! Okay, have fun, I'll sleep now :)~

~Author Chan Out <3