A 'Special' Issue (MLB Nathaniel Kurtzberg x Marc Anciel)

✿Chapter Twenty-Four✿

Marc's P.O.V: 

'It'll be over soon' 

'It'll be over soon' 

'It'll be over soon' 

Every time I have those four simple words repeat in my head. It always ends up sticking on me more and more stubbornly enough that it's literally the only thing I can write down on my paper. My already badly damaged enough heart still is taking direct stabbings. My hands are enough trembling up as I'm trying as hard as I can to stop shaking. 

'Nathaniel knows what he's doing, Marc... stop worrying so much.' 

Wow, what a convincing statement me. None of anything I'm trying to assure myself with that even stays in for a second. Just replacing it all with Nathaniel's voice and those four cursing words. 

'It'll be over soon' 

Stop it! stop it... I reach out for my phone and quickly snatch up my red headphones from my drawer. Plugging in the headphones with my phone as I then desperately search up any songs I enjoy that can lighten up my mood at all. 

Even in the slightest for a few minutes... 

Tapping on a bunch of random suggestions off my playlist I then let the songs play through my headphones and turn up the volume a bit. Throwing my phone off to the side gently before then going back to my writing. Erasing all the repeating sentences off the pages then seeing everything blank again. Blowing off the eraser dust. 

Placing the tip of my pencil against the page.... Nothing, no ideas no nothing. Why does writing have to fail me right now out of times? Defeated I place my pencil down from my hand and then slam my head against the blank and erased page of my notebook. Spades coming out from my hood as he senses can already ring off he's looking at me like I'm stressed over a final grade essay. 

"Marc..." 

"S-Spades... I-If you need your cheese I'll get i-it I promise... Just, d-don't talk to me please..." 

Dampness slowly grows from the center of my notebook page then spreads out from there on out. My Kwami stays silent as said before he then talks again despite what I just said to him. 

"Marc, you know I was there for the entire talk with you and your boyfriend." 

"I-I know I know Spades... But, why does it have to hurt so much?" 

"It's reality, guess it really sucks to be in it sometimes..." My kwami simply stated to me as I lift my face from my notebook and wipe my eyes up with the sleeve of my hoodie. Then looking over to the snake kwami floating a few feet from my face, "Listen, it went down bad, but what more can you do? It's not your fault or your boyfriend's so try to snap out of it." 

"Spades-." 

"Besides, we don't need no akumas coming after you because of this." 

As much as I hate to admit this, my own kwami has a point. None of this is something that Nathaniel and I could control even if we really wanted to. Besides, this is Nathaniel's family so what more can I try to say to change anything of their opinions? 

Plus, something tells me that Paris doesn't need anymore akumatized heroes after what went down during hero's day. 

Nodding my head slowly I stare back to Spades my Kwami as he then floats a bit closer to my face. Before he then went up to the top of my head to rest his little self in my black hair and stays put there. 

"Like Nathaniel said, It'll-" 

"B-Be over soon, I got it." 

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