Marcel

"Bodyguard"

You were always strong. Independent. You couldn't stand falsehood, you hated it when someone interfered in your life.

But Marcel... He was different.

Mom hired him to watch you, but he cared. Obsessively, endlessly.

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Then:

• Marcel. I asked you to just close your mouth, - you turned around coldly.

He fell silent. Nodded. Continued carrying your things as if your words meant nothing.

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Then - the park.

He held out the ice cream, smiling.

“I don’t want to,” you snapped.

He wasn't offended. There was something warm left in his eyes.

And when you got sick, he sat at the door all night.

You didn't call.

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Today.

Siren. Screams.

— Miss!

Marcel rushed forward with his shield.

Shot.

Blood rushed into your face.

— Mars... — the voice broke.

He smiled. Scarlet foam on his lips.

— I... just... wanted... to be... good for you...

You felt the warmth of his blood on your hands.