He never comes.

There's never a soft knock at the door.

Or a whisper that's he's sorry...

Never once did I hear his voice or feel his presence...

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I close my eyes finally as sun begins to peak in through the windows, my eyes too swollen and too raw to hardly open and face the bright light. My body aching from the sobs I contained all night, the cramps the tore at my stomach, I slowly run over running my hands through my knotted hair.

"Hey it's Markus..." I hear lightly from the hall and I slowly turn my head to the door, willing myself to stand up and finally pulling the door open, dragging him in and locking it again.

Without hesitation I throw my face into his solid chest, a place that feels like home and I sob into it as he rubs my back slowly.

"Mila what's going on?" He whispers into my hair as my breathing gets rough and my body begins to shake and I drop to the ground slowly, crumpling... breaking.

Markus quickly kneels beside me wiping my tears from under my eyes, his forehead against mine, "What happened..." he states sharper this time obviously wanting an answer.

"H-He doesn't l-love m-me..." I stutter out trying to control my crying as he pulls me into a deep hug, his warmth engulfing me, his true love for me unwavering.

We stay like that until there's a knock on the door, "Princess can I talk to you..." Luca slurs from outside the door as Markus and I tense.

"Pleassseee..." He slurs longly knocking again on the door.

Markus stands to his feet, heavily breathing, "I'm gonna beat his sorry ass..." He mutters which only makes me cry harder.

He flings open the door and shoves DeLuca further into the hallway.

"Pleaaase I just wanna talk to my princessss..."

"I think you and me need to have long talk buddy." Markus shouts into his face yanking by his collar and down the hall to the stairs, as DeLuca stumbles behind him, clearly under the influence.

Looking over at a calmly sleeping Bodey, I quickly scoot out of my room and close the door quietly.

Like a small child eavesdropping, I crawl on the floor to the end of the stairs and peer
around the corner.

"I just want to talk to my princess..." Luca slurs again leaning his weight on the wall beside him, his curls sporadically laying over his eyes.

"You're not gonna talk to her DeLuca. That's not how this works..." My brother states flatly head cocked to side studying him.

"But I love her..." Luca groans looking up into my direction and I quickly sit backwards.

"Can you hear me princess? I love youuu!" He shouts again making me flinch. Everything in my mind is so blurry, confused... they do say a drunk man always tell their sober secrets.

"You don't DeLuca! You said so yourself!" Markus yells at back him reminding me that, in fact, he doesn't love me.

"I d-idn't mean thattt..." He again stutters and slurs out.

I can tell Markus is fuming from my hidden spot, but he is trying to keep his cool as they are on unequal playing fields right now.

Suddenly I'm pulled from my thoughts as I watch DeLuca throw an empty glass bottle of liquor at the wall and it shatters loudly. He immediately crumples to the ground, laying his head into his large hands covering his beautiful eyes. His body convulses and shakes as he lets out loud sobs.

"She said she wouldn't leave me!" DeLuca pleadingly yells at Markus.

"She promised me... I told her I was a fuck up and she said-she said..." He stops speaking and begins crying again, obviously sobering up and realizing his mistake and how bad it actually is.

"Markus... I-I-I have to talk to her, before she doesn't love me anymore." He almost whispers at him, eyes wide with realization.

"I can't let you do that..."

"Why not? You know I love her..." DeLuca pleads again.

"It's my job as her brother to keep her heart in one piece and right now it's to close to breaking... you're going to have to prove it, prove you love her..." Markus states softly, trying to comfort Luca but protect me at the same time.

"I'll prove it to her... I have to, I love her" He states as his sad eyes meet my own and time seems to slow down.

And here I lay, knowing I shouldn't forgive him but I probably will anyway, because I love him too.

I love the way he makes me laugh, the way he pushes me to do new things, his sweet kisses, a bouncy curls, chocolate eyes, the art inscribed on his sculptured body...

I love everything about him.

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