If you love someone, let them go. If they return, they were always yours.
There are barely any things in this world that could take Marcus off guard; three, at the maximum. Naming them would only mean pain galore for him -- so, we'll just speak about the one.
The amount of time he'd spent in the mansion had grown to be ridiculous; in fact, his only motivation to leave the house had been Alora pushing him out the door. If he'd known that the moment he'd walked outside the door, he'd run into her, he'd never have left.
Of course he'd missed her and of course he'd wanted her back. But there was no denying that in the time she'd been gone, there was a sliver of hope of him moving on. He considered, for a moment, the possibility that the house had moved to this spot on purpose. To bring him pain by showing him her face.
---- Because the instant he laid his eyes on her, any attempts to move on vanished.
It was remarkable, really; the fact that he'd almost forgotten the way her neck curved as she canted her head to the side. Somehow, he couldn't fight his legs guiding him towards her. Licking his lips, he paused just before speaking. She was close enough to touch; he hadn't been out in weeks; months even and, suddenly, he couldn't be more glad that he was.
❝And here I was, thinking you were gone for good.❞
A bitter smile etched its way onto the curve of his lips, gnawing away at his heart with every inch it grew. Perhaps she'd succeeded in moving on and he'd merely been left in the dust to rot.
