Marcus's POV Her words had become a vortex, but I had played a more damning role. I didn't shut her down, I played on her conscience, used my fears to harness her pain. I should let myself smile, and should be happy that I have ended this. But the truth still stood, she felt it, felt the little things that I felt. That was what made it feel strong, too hard to let go. It was easier to know that I had been the one with the thoughts, easier to fight everything, but now… My mind wandered back to the cute pyjama set she had been wearing, while she shared her feelings, she had been true and I was hiding in a mask, thinking of ways that I could kiss her, claim her before she could take her next breath. And now, knowing that she feels some things that I feel… I should be ecstatic, but I couldn't think about it. I couldn't let myself think about it. Was she crying? Was she hurt over what I had said? One person had to be logical, one person had to think, I was the one that had to think.
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