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"I HAVE SOMETHING FOR YOU." MARCUS MURMURED AS HE STOOD AT HER DORM DOOR, his voice was soft and in his hand was a sketch book.
Inez pursed her lips, eyeing the boy. He expected her to say something cynical, instead she lifted her hand, gesturing for the book.
"I drew it." He gave her a gentle smile, flipping through his book. Marcus took a step into her room as he settled on a page, then he took a seat— watching her the entire time.
Marcus was worried she'd flip with any sudden movements and he wanted a calm conversation, one where she didn't try to kill someone.
The girl shifted down the bed away from him. He noted that, deciding he wouldn't push her. "I tried to get it perfect, but drunk descriptions don't make very good inspiration."
Her brows furrowed together. "What are you trying to do here?"
He placed the open book in her lap, waving her to its direction. "Trying to prove that I do know you." He quipped, wiping his palms down his pants. "That I'm listening."
Inez glanced at the book, picking it up to inspect it closer when she saw the sketches of what almost looked like her sister. "Why?" Her voice was just as gentle as his smile, she ran her finger along the outlines of the sketch with a sad smile.
"You're in pain. Chico—"
She glared at him. "How dare you say his name?"
"You loved him! And I get it— but, Inez, hurting us isn't going to bring him back. He's gone." Marcus exasperated, latching onto her hand. "I'm still here, I'm begging." He moved to his knees before her, tearing up at the sight of her. "Please."
Please what? Please reconsider killing you and your friends? Please forgive you?
"Please?" Inez trailed off, looking at him with confusion. "Please don't kill you? Please what? Do you know what you took from me? I feel fucking crazy without him. Sanity. That's what Maria took when she killed Chico. I don't fucking know what I am anymore." She expressed, feeling tears well. "Do I want to die, do I want to kill every single one of you? I don't know!"
