Luke's P.O.V
"Why do you need to know?" he asked. I rubbed the back of my neck and thought of something as quickly as I could.
"It's a yes or no question," I said. Marco looked at me and sighed.
"Maybe," he says simply. He turns back to the TV and continues watching the show. I stare at him for a moment and then move to sit closer to him. He doesn't move much until we're on the third show and his head lays on my shoulder. His soft breaths tell me he's sleeping. I grabbed the blanket next to me and wrapping him up in it. He cuddles into my side.
I stare at his face and wonder what happened. I remember when we were in 5th grade and he used to laugh and run around all the time. He didn't really have friends but he always loved to play on the swings and run around the whole school if he could get passed the teachers. My friends and I would always laugh at him, but looking back at it he was amazing. He was full of creativity and wonder. He could have been something great if the accident hadn't happened.
"Mom," he whispered. I picked him up and lied back down with him. He hummed and put his arms around my arm. I stared at the boy and wondered. Why did he have to be a guy?
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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...
