Marcus

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You trembled with cold, but even more with terror. You walked through the night city, your eyes empty. Blood was on your hips; you felt neither your legs nor tears. The only name that echoed in your head was Marcus. He had always seemed like a fortress, someone who would protect you, someone you could trust. You reached his house, struggling up the steps. Your jacket didn't even have a zipper. Your phone was broken. Your heart was broken too. You knocked. Once, twice... He didn't open the door for a long time. Finally, the click of the lock, and the door opened slightly. He stood on the threshold. Marcus. Shirtless. Surprise in his eyes. And behind him, a girl in his shirt, with a lazy half-smile. He narrowed his eyes. Marcus: "What are you doing here?" You tried to speak, but your voice betrayed you. You: "I... I need... please..." He looked at you intently. Your hair was tousled, your lips trembled, your gaze lost. Marcus: "Are you drunk?.." He snorted. Marcus: "This isn't the time or place. I have... guests." You clenched your fists, trying not to fall. You: "Marcus... something... happened..." You swallowed. You: "Something bad." He was silent. Then a step back and he coldly said: Marcus: "I'm sorry. Really. But not now. Go home." He slammed the door in your face. Your world collapsed, it simply vanished. Silently, quickly. You sat on the steps of the building. And for the first time, you didn't cry; your eyes were empty, without a drop of the will to live.

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