"Achoo!" Marcel coughed for the third time wondering who was bath mouthing him. He bet it was Victor, that cousin of his had a big mouth.
Right now, Marcel was seated all alone in his room looking over the picture of his mother. Sadly, Victor wasn't here to annoy and keep his attention so he was left to the demons in his head.
But then, unlike other days, the memories of his mother today were a welcomed distraction so he doesn't lean into the other disturbing thought in his head - the thought of Arianna.
Who knew there would come a day when he would happily accept his mother's thought over a stranger's own - thinking about his mother brought nothing but a feeling of unpleasantness.
While memory of his mother was a constant ache in his heart, thinking about Arianna was Iike a two-edged sword piercing into his heart relentlessly.
[He betrayed her!]
