Forever With Me《Marcelee》

Chapter 45

(MARCELINE'S POV)

Marshall stood, leaning against the tree that marked our meeting spot. I didn't come last night, so I came today. He quirked his head to my direction, sensing my presence though I was still meters away.

He smiled as he looked at me, that smile that slipped across his face the first time we met. Only this time, there are no tears, just that happy smile.

"You came," he uttered as I floated over to him. "I said I'd listen," I smiled. I figured I shouldn't be so mean to him. After all, he could help me.

"Thank you," he said, subtly grateful. I smiled back.

He sat down and gestured me to do the same. "Okay," I started as I sat down beside him, "if we're gonna talk, you'll have to remember this..."

"What, another stipulation?" He cut me off.

"Yeah, kind of. But it's mostly etiquette," I countered. "Okay," he responded and listened.

"First, I want you to stop getting mad or frustrated. It always disrupts the conversation."

"Okay."

"And most importantly, don't take advantage of my memory loss. I want you to be completely honest with me."

"I always have been."

My heart almost beat as those words left his lips. I'm no psychologist, but sincerity was evident in his words, especially in his eyes.

"I'm... sorry," I started.

"Sorry for what?"

"I'm sorry for... this? I don't remember anything about you when I know I should. I mean, I knew you, right?"

"And what are you apologizing for? Marcy, it's not your fault. You did nothing wrong," he responded to my drama bomb.

I looked at him and the corner of his lips tugged upwards. He looked at me with a close-mouthed smile.

"It hurts. But if it has to come to this, then I wouldn't mind starting all over again." He propped himself up to sit up properly, bending his knees and crossing them over each other. He looked down the ground. "I still remember when we first met. You hated me so much," he chuckled as he recounted. "It's a long story, but before anything else," he said as he stuck his palm towards me for a handshake, "I'm Marshall Lee, the vampire king; son of a demon, and heir to the Nightosphere."

I couldn't help but smile at his remarkable introduction. Vampire king? Now have I heard that somewhere? I brushed it off and held his hand to shake it. "Erin, a lost soul," was all I said to sum up my self-introduction.

He was a bit downcast upon hearing my words, but pushed the negativity aside with a subtle smile.

"I'll help you find your way back home," he countered.

"You really will?" I chuckled with an eyebrow arched.

"Of course," he countered. "All I need you to do is to believe me."

It took me a moment before I answered, "I will." I agreed, but it isn't a promise.

"I know we just met - for you, that is - but would you believe me when I say that I love you so much?"

I couldn't answer him. I didn't know what to say. He's kidding, right?

"Sorry, I shouldn't pressure you," he stated as if he sensed that I felt uneasy. He sighed. "Let's not start with that. I don't want us fighting." He sounded really serious and it was evident that he was aware that talking about things like this is knotty.