~ Liz's P.O.V. ~
Shutting the door to my house, I called out, "Marcus?"
"Yes, love?" Marcus ran down the marble steps and into the kitchen, where I'd been leaning onto the table in angst.
"I- uh, sit, Marcus." I smiled nervously, sitting and watching Marcus' uneasy facial expression, him sitting down as well.
"Everything all right? Did your brothers or friends do anything to you?" I diverted my eyes from him as he pounded me with concerned questions.
-I can't just do this to him, I care too much about him.
-Are you insane? For the love of God, get it over with already!
-But what if he hurts himself? That's the last thing I want.
-He's not stupid enough to do something like that, Elizabeth.
-Yes, he is. Remember when I left him? He looked like he hadn't eaten in weeks!
-Well, you might as well break things before the gang breaks him.
"I'm fine, Marcus. But... this isn't." I choked on my words, looking down at my hands.
"What?" Marcus' shocked tone left the room dead silent, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, "Why?"
"Marcus, this isn't easy for me to tell you, and it isn't easy for me to just let go of this beautiful friendship, but you're ruining my relationship with the gang. My brothers only think about you whenever they look at me. I mean, yeah I'm their sister, but they really just want to kill you. Not to mention Dallas won't even look at me because he's reading newspapers that talk about us having an affair. And when I tried telling him it isn't true, he's thinking otherwise. Marcus, you're always gonna be in my heart, but you're toxic to everyone around me. I have to let you go."
Tears welled in my eyes as he stared at me, his mouth gaping and his body frozen. I couldn't even look at him any longer, so I just got up and left him at the dining room table, my sobs being echoed throughout the house. My heart was beating so hard that I couldn't breathe, only constant sobs left my mouth as I closed the door for my room. I slid down the wall, covering my red face with my hands.
-
"Elizabeth, this is Marcus. You two are gonna get along just fine!" My producer and his accountant continued their conversation, which was far too complicated for my comprehension.
"Hey," Marcus said, smiling, "I'm Marcus. It's nice to meet you."
"I'm Elizabeth. So... what are they talking about?"
"Not sure, I really hate math." Marcus smirked, looking up at his father and my producer.
"Me too! Numbers give me headaches." I laughed, looking up at Marcus.
We spent the rest of the day talking about anything and everything - and on that day, we were best friends.
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I was pulled from my thoughts as I heard the front door slam. Standing and wiping the tears off my face, I walked out of my room quietly and headed downstairs. Marcus was nowhere to be found.
I guess he decided to leave, then...
Sniffling, I walked back upstairs and let my hot shower run. The air began to get misty, and I pulled my clothes off and stepped into the shower.
And like every time I'm in the shower, I sing to clear my mind.
"Boy, so what's been on your mind?
For me, it's just you all the time
We don't need to go nowhere tonight
It's you and I, we'll be alright
'Cause here, we get to take our time
You, you're finer than some wine
We don't need to go nowhere tonight
It's you and I, we'll be alright
