He sat there. The ache still smothering him. The flashbacks of all his friends...his family, leaving him.

"No, no, no." Rocket was walking towards the going ghost Groot. "Dad." His heart shattered at that moment. His one thing he got to keep in life was turning to ash right in front of him.

He sat there as another wave of pain hit him. The Raccoon had no idea that Thor was looking down upon him and giving him his most comforting face. Stark had lost something, a son to him. Thor has lost his own brother. Rocket had lost his whole family. Gamora, Quill, Drax, and Groot. Thor had no idea what the pain must feel like in that way but he knew very well that he was feeling pain also.

Rocket was lost. He didn't know whether it was in time or the world. He had nothing to hold onto this time. Everyone had just vanished. He couldn't hold a little stick knowing he could somehow bring Groot back. He had to sit there and only remember the plea of help. Rocket knew very well that Spider-Man had not wanted to go. Stark knew that the most.

Rocket stood, he hadn't even felt the cold medal beneath him as he stood in a ship. He couldn't quite remember what or why of anything. He went to his own quarters and sat down once more. This weird nagging feeling striking his soul and heart multiple times like a drum being struck by a drumstick. He couldn't breathe almost. Then he felt it. The water touching his fur, sliding down his long whiskers. He knew then that he could let it all out. He cried. Alone. The words rushing into him from that night at the bar.

"Well, I didn't get asked to get made! I didn't ask to be torn apart and put back together over and over and turned into some little monster!"

Truth was he hadn't asked but he met his family. The only ones he really needed. That was gone now though. He'd give his own life just to get them back. He had wished he never was mean to them. He just wasn't that good at showing affection for the ones he loved. He regretted ever being mean in any way towards anyone. Quill always made sure he was in check or would spit something back.

It was the day they all met Quills father. "I hope daddy isn't as big as a dick as you, orphan boy." Quill turned to look at him and Rocket had a smug look. "What is your goal here? To make everyone hate you? Because it's working." Rocket made more of a wincing face than a smug look. He was only telling him to be careful in his own way. What he had meant to say was 'I hope your dad is just as good as you are. Be careful.' Sorry didn't cut that one though.

Rocket squeezed his eyes shut. He doesn't have many years left. He had heard those horrible scientist say that Raccoons only have a lifespan of two to three years in the wild. He only had like two years left. Maybe even one. Maybe months only. He didn't count. He was hoping it would just end now. He felt empty. He cried. Cried. Tears. Warm. Wet. Tears. "I'm sorry." He whispered to his family, although he thought they couldn't hear him. "Please, don't leave me alone. I'm so damn sorry!" He wailed and cried. He plopped onto the floor and cried. He kicked and grabbed at the ground. Hoping maybe it would swallow him into a numbing bliss.

He had left behind Quill once before. To let him deal with his father alone. Yondu was giving his life for Quill. He knew that.

"Where is Peter?!" Gamora shouted, Mantis sprawled in front of her. "Rocket, where is he?! Rocket, look at me! Where is he?!" Rocket shook his head. Groot pointed to the opening in the ship. Gamora stood up swiftly, "no." She grabbed a gun, "I'm not leaving without him." She cocked the gun and was starting to walk forward when Rocket eltrocuted her. She went unconscious. He put his ears flat to his head, "I'm sorry. I can only afford to loose on friend today." He knew very well that he was talking about Yondu. Gamora wouldn't have helped. She would have died with him when they were to go out into orbit. He looked up, "Fraglin go!" The ship started up, "wait, is Quill back?" Draxes worried gaze shifted to the speaker and he hit the button. "Rocket, where is Quill?!" Drax didn't get an answer so he kept pushing, "Rocket! Where's Quill?!" Rocket could only watch as the door to the ship was shutting. The dust traveling around them and making his fur ruffle. In the background Drax was still asking the question he knew the answer to. Drax knew exactly where Quill was. Rocket didn't want to believe it either.

Rocket let tears slide down his now matted fur. He thought about everything he'd gone through with them. The music. The life in the air of that ship. He curled in on himself, his tired distraught body finally shutting down. He wouldn't go to sleep without letting out the whisper of,

"I'm so sorry."