Blood Moon Curse (Tomco)

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Marco's P.O.V
I walked out of Star's room but didn't make if far before my leg's gave out and I sat on the floor. My mind was racing and I was trying to collect myself. It felt like I needed to throw up from all the emotions and thoughts going through my head. My breathing was uneven and tear's threatened my eye's.

"Sorry Starship, it was a long day. Ill see you around, I gotta go home and get my beauty sleep." I overheard Tom saying, it felt like his voice was the only one I could hear. Star was rambling about something but I really couldn't focus on her. My eye's glanced down to the light shining through her door. Despite her light being on I could still see the tint of the red moon. Something felt off but I couldn't place my finger on it, after we had danced everything felt off.

I couldn't even find Star, my breathing slowed down but I was still a nervous wreck. I heard footsteps coming near me and I frantically wiped my tears.

"Marco?" Star said looking down and seeing me. I felt like a wreck and having her see me like this wasn't any better. She had a look of worry and sat down with me then she pulled me into a hug. I leaned into her and let out a few tears, I bit my lip trying not to let out an ugly sob. After I was feeling better I lifted my head and Star gave me a loving smile before holding my hand.

"Thank you Star, sorry you had to see that." I apologized feeling guilty for crying right outside her room. She got off the floor and pulled me up to my feet too. I grabbed the nacho bowl and held it close.

"It's okay, you're my best friend Marco and I'll always be here for you." She reassured me before hugging me again, it felt so different though. Like a piece of me was missing, I hugged her back, my heart sank and I could feel a sense of guilt. I wanted to tell her I was there, that it was me but it felt so weird. What if she got mad that I didn't want her to go without me.
"C'mon let's go make some nachos." She chimed and walked down the stairs chanting 'nachos' in a quiet voice. I let out a small laugh before following after her.

It wasn't important to mention, maybe it was for the best. After I made the nacho's we watched some random show, Star seemed to really be enjoying her time. We  stayed up really late until Star fell asleep on me, I let out a yawn and rested my head back against the couch. The image of the dance room came into my mind, my eyes stay closed and I remembered every moment.

When I made it to the dance room I seen Star and made my way to her but ended up falling into Tom and thats when I fell, the image of the red light that lit up the room was so vividly in my head. The red made it look like blood was covering everything and I had to make sure he didn't notice me. My heart sank and I opened my eye's trying to get the thoughts out of my head.

I moved Stars head off me carefully making sure I didn't wake her up. After that I picked her up bridal style and carried her up to her room. Although it was a little harder then I thought, I really needed to start working out. After I laid her down I let out a big sigh and sat down on the floor beside her bed. No matter how hard I tried to get rid of this feeling, I couldn't seem to shake it. The bell Star used was still laying in the same spot I left it. I shook my head and got off the floor before I did something stupid. I left Star's room and went into my own.

My eye's where heavy and I really needed to sleep, it was past 4am already and I was usually in bed before 10 the latest. Tiredly I made my way to my bed and flopped down, I couldn't even bother to take off my sweater or cover up. Still with being to tired the image of his face rested in my head, my eye's opened again and I felt a bit of anger every time he crossed my mind. I rolled over onto my back and stared at the ceiling. It was unusual since I had only met him today, still this feeling was wretched.

"The moon of Lover's." Those word's echoed through my head as I remembered that voice I heard before leaving the house. Maybe I should talk to someone about this. My hand grasped onto my shirt where my heart is, none of this made sense to me.