Marcus.
I walk around on Sunday just thinking about Eliza.
About her secret, about her in general.
I've never seen anyone more beautiful than her and if I see her walk into a room I would stop.
I would stop what I was doing if she came into a room I was in.
She told me her deepest secrets, her thoughts, she shared her life with me.
"You love her don't you?" Marcus asked as he comes up to me and begins to walk with me.
He says this as a fact, not a question.
He almost sounded hurt.
"I don't know Marcus." I say as we approach my house.
It looks out of the ordinary, it always looks the same but it looks different.
The green truck changes it all.
"Is that your dad's-" He starts.
"Yes." I say.
I break into a run.
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