(Luke's P.O.V)
I looked Marco in the eyes still driving. He looked mad, but it was him or me. I'd rather die than have him kill himself. I don't know why though.
His black hair looked like mine, but everyone hates him. His blue eye is bright while his green eye is dull. His tan-ish skin seems smooth. My heart broke when I saw his blood rushing down his hand.
"Marco do we have a deal or not?" I said trying to sound annoyed. I wasn't; I was mad but not at him. At myself for making him feel like that was the best way to feel better. He looked out the window. My anger was going to get the best of me if-
"Luke watch out!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. My feet automatically stepped on the brakes. A car sped past almost hitting us. I looked at Marco. His seatbelt was undone and he was hiding under the glove box, shaking.
I pulled the car over and went over to his side. When I opened the door he was mumbling something I couldn't understand. I kneeled down next to the car. I touched his shoulder. He didn't move he just started to rock back and forth.
"Marco?" I kept my voice soft. He mumbled and kept rocking back and forth.
"What street are we on?" his voice was soft and he didn't look at me.
"We're two streets away from-" he jumped up completing my sentence in his head. When he started walking I realized what he was doing. I ran over to him grabbing his arm.
"No!" he yelled snatching his hand away.
"Marco, just let me drive you home."
"I want to walk," he said. We were two streets away from his house. That isn't much but it's still enough time to talk.
"Can you answer my question?"
"Whatever," he mumbled walking away. I didn't believe him.
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Unforgivable
RandomI looked down at the edge and felt all the air around me move. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. "Marco, don't do this!" he paused. I brought my head up a bit, "please don't," he finished as I looked at him deciding. He had tears in his eyes...
