Forever With Me《Marcelee》

Chapter 41

(MARSHALL'S POV)

I tossed and turned in bed, messing up the sheets. There was this feeling of discomfort, that no matter how I stretched or crouched, I couldn't sleep. Frustrated, I sat up and rubbed my tired eyes with my hands. It was dark, except for the numbers glowing on the digital clock: 2:36 am. Schwabl's silhouette, which hardly contrasted the floor, laid peacefully beside the bed.

I can't even get a shut-eye. I need a breather.

I levitated above the bed, cool air brushing against my exposed skin. I took a plaid shirt and a pair of jeans and covered up. I floated past Schwabl, out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, to the living room, and out of the house.

My skin was just as cool as the dawn breeze, being an undead. I rose higher in the air. Several patches of dense forests blotched the land as seen from up here.

Faint guitar strumming could be heard from here. Who would still be up at this hour? Let alone singing at this hour?

I examined the surroundings to find the source of the sound. So there was another soul other than me at this time. That's rare. But a company would be good.

As I got nearer, the strumming became louder and a voice audible. It was a female's. I floated deeper into the forest.

It was Phoebe.

"I didn't know you played the guitar," I remarked at the middle of her singing, which caused her to stop and look at me. She held her flaming instrument. Initially she looked surprised to see me, but she quickly wiped the expression and replaced it with a smile.

"I didn't know you were there," she beamed. A smile played across my lips in response, but it quickly faded, suggesting that it was fake. Phoebe didn't seem to mind though. She understood. She was seated on a stone, and I floated past her and sat on another stone beside hers.

"I'm still learning," she continued. "At this hour? In the forest?" I questioned jokingly. She just laughed a little. "Are you avoiding Flames?" I asked straightforwardly. Her eyes widened, which made me smirk. It was obvious she was avoiding Flames.

"C'mon. Why?" I continued to interrogate her. "Because... I just hate that I don't hate him," she answered. "Nothin' wrong with that," I countered, "in fact it's good that you've thought of considering him and gave him a chance."

"Yeah," she said bashfully and her flames grew brighter. A tinge of red colored her cheeks. I smirked. She stood up. "You're the first and only person I ever talked to about this. Say a thing and I'll vaporize you, vampire," she said sternly, her innocent face turned serious. I know though that she was exaggerating. I chuckled and soon she followed.

"Anyway, sorry but I have to head back. You should too, before the sun rises," she stated, holding the small guitar by the neck in one hand. "I'll hang around for a little while. Just before the sun rises," I replied. She smiled. "Stay strong, Marshall Lee."

I smiled, this time genuinely. Without saying anything else except for her smile which spoke a hundred words, she turned around and zoomed away, leaving a trail of flames which lead to the Fire Kingdom.

I was left alone again. I laid in mid-air and put my hands behind my head. I hate silence. At times like this, it's my worst enemy. It gives me all the time to face my inner demons. I'm not afraid of them. I just hate them and only Marcy could silence them.

I miss her so much, and I'm trying to hold back my tears, even when no one's here.

I'm trying...

And just like that, a tear slid down my cheek.

And another on my other cheek.

F■ck.