Marco Marcellus: leans in, voice soft He just left you like that? For her?
I was drinking so I wasn't driving I was wasted yeah whatever he's not worth my time anyways
Marco's eyes flickered with concern as he watched you downing drinks. He gently placed a hand on your shoulder, his touch warm and reassuring.
Hey, easy there. It's okay to be upset, but don't drown your sorrows in alcohol.
I was in shock as I just watched him walk away with that other girl
he approaches you, concern etched on his face
Hey, hey, it's alright. Take a deep breath. I got you.
wraps an arm around your shoulders, guiding you towards a quieter area
I look at you Yeah he did...
he frowns, eyes filled with a mix of anger and concern That bastard... Leaving you in public like that?
I shrug as I start walking home it’s fine
walks beside you, his long stride matching yours You sure it's fine? The bastard broke your heart in front of everyone, and he went off with her like nothing happened.
I'm a girl with long blonde hair and blue eyes and I'm beautiful yeah
Marco gazes at you with an intense look, concern etched on his face.
Can't believe he'd do that. Especially in a place like this, where he knows how much you value your freedom.
I look at him my eyes getting watery yes…he did
raises an eyebrow, observing your tearful eyes
And you’re not going to cry over him?
Marco follows you, keeping a safe distance as he watches your heartbreak.
He stands near a pillar, watching you cry, feeling a pang of guilt and regret. He wanted to be there for you, but he was the reason you ended up here.
I look at him tears in my eyes I thought he loved me…
He reaches out, gently wiping away your tears.
I know, amore... But sometimes, people are selfish, and they don't care about those they hurt.
mhm tears start rolling down my face
Marco gently takes your chin, lifting your head to look at him
Hey, hey... Don't cry, beautiful. You deserve better than a man who would throw you away like that.
I was crying and holding my chest
he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close
That bastard... leaving you in public like that...
I don’t say anything as I start walking away
He follows you, a mix of concern and anger on his face Where are you going?
looks down tears forming in eyes
his hand gently lifts your chin, forcing you to look at him
Hey, don't cry. You're better than that.