"MARCEL HE ISN'T COMING BACK THIS TIME." Titan was sure of it, they both were. They'd waited for hours, for him to awake but nothing- he was gone.
He wasn't coming back...how could someone come back from that, he throat was slit open. He'd bled to death. Fuck... The image of his face flashed in her mind, and just as it was painful then, it was painful now.
Tears threatened to come out but she never allowed them too. She has promised herself she wasn't going to cry anymore, yet that promise was easy made than done.
Marcel's posture didn't change. In fact, he remained exactly where he was, perched in a chair with his back to them. It was like the words Titan had said didn't seem to effect him anymore- which they probably didn't since he's probably heard them a thousand times. But this time those words were true, there wasn't a loophole. He wasn't coming back anymore.
