Scarlett's dorm, November 4, 6am
After the events of last night concluded, Scarlett spent a good chunk of her night, sobering Marcus up, before sending him off to his room. She had also gone to Lin, debriefing him on all involving the curly haired boy. From the murder of the homeless man, to her suspicions involving his rep. When she had finally gotten to sleep, Lin came to her door, telling her to dress in funeral attire.
She groaned as she got dressed in an all black suit, the first few buttons of the black shirt undone, with the silk sleeves rolled up.
She had met up in the front of the diner, with both Marcus and Lin also in suits. Marcus just turned towards the girl, who had black sunglasses atop of her head, a strand of hair hanging. She just shrugged her shoulders as she held a black blazer in hand.
She had been told not to mention where they were going, so she just stepped into the passenger seat of the black car, leaving the back for Lin and Marcus.
The three had stepped out of the car, and Marcus just stared at the scene in front of him. Watching as the daughter of the man he killed, give a speech. The three make it to the grave and Scarlett and Lin just look at Marcus. "We thought you might have known him." Lin mentions Marcus.
Rory's daughter finishes her speech and Scarlett pushes Marcus forward, him now catching the attention of everyone there. Marcus looks at the girl who just stares back at him, silently telling him to go speak.
Marcus walks up and Scarlett hears the daughter faintly ask "Who is he?"
"Rory and me lived in a shanty camp under a bridge." Marcus looks up and towards Scarlett. "He was always uh.." Marcus sighs, debating on what to say next. "He.." His eyes become glassy and he looks at Scarlett once more for reassurance. Scarlett just slightly nods her head. He sighs and decides to speak the truth. "He was the worst piece of shit I ever knew. He stole and he beat up women, and he hurt people." Scarlett readjusts the glasses atop her head as she smirks, and Marcus continues. "Whatever happened to him, whoever he was, I don't give a shit, because he chose who he became, and who he became was terrible." Marcus sighs as a weight is lifted.
He walks past the daughter and she spits in his face. "You burn in hell, you asshole." Marcus just looks off and continues walking towards Scarlett and Lin.
Lin had walked Marcus to a bench not far from the cemetery while Scarlett had walked off, asking for some alone time.
"Why'd you do that?" Marcus asked Lin who just quickly responded.
"It's important we face our victims."
Scarlett had bought a set of white roses and walked off farther, Marcus following her fleeting figure.
"Where's she going?"
"To face hers."
She stood in front of his grave, staring at the large tombstone that held his name. She traced her fingers along the etched letters, as tears began to swell her eyes.
She kneeled in front of the tombstone, and tears cascaded down her cheeks. "I'm sorry. God, I'm so sorry, Angelito." She held the tombstone as she sobbed, apologizing over and over again, until her voice could no longer be heard. Her throat had eventually gone dry, and when she could stand back up, she delicately placed the pure white flowers down, and just stared at the writing on the grave.
"I'll spend my lifetime remembering you." She placed the glasses on her face as she walked away, hoping to hide her tear stained eyes.
Angel García
January 1972 - August 1983
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Red Roses ~Marcus Lopez Arguello
Fanfiction"Year by year, it doesn't hurt so much anymore. Whatever effect it had is mixed in like dye. Like a White Rose dyed red." ...
