Marcel opened the door to the shop for me, causing a little bell to ring, signalling the workers that customers had entered.
We were at a small ice cream shop.
I went straight for a booth and sat in it, not bothering to wait for Marcel.
He took a seat in front of me.
Pretty soon, a waitress came to our service.
"Hi, here are your menus. What would you guys like?" she asked, taking a pen and pad out of her back pocket.
"I'll have a chocoholic ice cream." I said, looking out the window.
"And I'll have an oreo ice cream." Marcel told her. I could feel his eyes on me.
"It'll be right up." she said kindly, turning around to get our orders.
"Thank you." Marcel called out to her.
I continued looking out the window, ignoring Marcel's stare.
After about a minute, he spoke.
"Rose... I feel so terrible about what I've done. I'm so sorry." he said. I turned to look him in the eyes.
"Sorry won't cut it. You can't just use me like that, and then expect me to accept your little apology." I told him, my voice quivering a bit towards the end.
"I... I..." he looked down at the table, shutting his eyes.
"YOU what, Marcel?! I'm tired of your shitty excuses! Just come out and say it!" I yelled, causing a few heads to turn our way, but, I didn't care.
I didn't give a shit.
"MY SISTER DIED! THERE, I SAID IT! Are you HAPPY now?!" Marcel put his head in his hands, sobbing.
My eyes widened, surprised by his sudden outburst.
"M-Marcel... I-I had no idea." I reached my hand out, resting it on his shuddering shoulder.
"I-I'm so sorry, Rose... I've been such a dick. I have no idea why I did what I did. I... I guess I couldn't handle her death. I... But that's no excuses for what I did." he looked up, and into my eyes. His nose and eyes red from the crying.
"Marcel... Why didn't you just tell me?" I said, placing my hand on top of his. He looked like he was in so much pain...
He looked broken.
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Marcel's p.o.v.
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"Marcel... Why didn't you just tell me?" Rose asked me, placing her soft, warm hand on top of mine.
My eyes trailed down to our hands, the tears still spilling.
What I did to Rose...
It was my sick, twisted way of dealing with the pain.
With the pain of the death of her...
My sister.
She had been going through chemo for months, but no one expected this.
No one expected her sudden death.
When I saw her pale face and still body, I broke.
I finally broke.
Her death was too much.
Knowing that we'll never have our arguments, never tease each other, never talk to her...
It was too much.
I couldn't deal with anything.
I slept with a bunch of girls, trying, praying for the pain to just disappear.
Forever.
It never did, though.
When I saw Rose's cuts...
I realized what I was doing was horrible.
I realized I has broken her, too.
She was feeling pain.
And it was all my fault.
She hurt herself because of me.
It was all my fault.
Everything.
Rose's pain, her cuts...
Everything.
I caused my family and loved ones pain without even knowing it.
I skipped school.
I didn't show up at home.
I beat people up.
I bullied people.
I was being the person I hated.
I was being the person I hated with everything I had.
I was being a hypocrite.
Beating up "nerds".
I forgot who I was.
I forgot that I was once in their position.
I lost myself.
I lost everything.
I was an asshole.
And I needed forgiveness.
I couldn't live with the guilt.
I needed her to forgive me.
I needed Rose to forgive me.
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Qotc:
What do you guys think of Marcel now?
and...
Do you think his sister's death was an excuse for what he did?
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