I hadn't seen Mark since that fateful night. The night were he left me to find himself and the meaning of the Z U C C. Until one week ago. I heard a knock at my door about half past ten on the saturday of last week. As I opened the door, I realized who it was. It was Mark. As he stood in front of me for the first time in months, I smelled the faintest whiff of Jewish whiskey on his breath. His eyes were red, as if he had been crying. As I stared upon him, he uttered but one sentence."I found it.""You Found the Z U C C?", I asked. "No," He said,"He was already here." I was taken aback. "What?"
"Andrea. I am the Zucc."As Mark stared into my eyes with his large, soft, brown eyes, I realized that the love for what had become the Z U C C, and what was in his heart. As he grew closer to me, I understood more and more of how this would end for us. As he embraced me, I could feel his breath on my shoulder, slowing to a crawl. The next morning, Mark woke up abou ten minutes after I and gave me the ZUCC. Then he left and I haven't seen him since.
