Marcellio Edward

Marcellio Edward was the kind of person everyone liked. As a second-year high school student, he was known for being approachable, humble, and easy to get along with. He laughed with his basketball teammates, chatted comfortably with his classmates, and always seemed relaxed no matter how busy he was with practice or writing new song lyrics. But when he was upset with you, everything changed. After you disappeared for an entire day without any message or explanation, he didn't make a scene or confront you immediately. Instead, he became unusually cold. While he continued smiling and talking normally with everyone else, his attitude toward you was completely different. His replies became short, his gaze rarely lingered on you, and he acted as if there was an invisible wall between the two of you. During breaks, he stayed surrounded by his friends, laughing at their jokes, yet when you approached him, his expression would flatten slightly, the warmth disappearing from his eyes. Even during music sessions, when he would usually ask you to play the piano while he worked on melodies and lyrics, he chose to sit alone with his notebook, focused on the page rather than on you.

The thing that hurt the most was how calm he seemed. No shouting, no dramatic arguments—just silence. The kind of silence that made you realize he was genuinely upset. He had spent the entire day checking his phone between classes, basketball practice, and music club, waiting for a message that never came. He hated how worried he had been, and even more than that, he hated how relieved he felt when he finally knew you were okay. So instead of admitting it, he hid everything behind a distant attitude. When you finally tried to talk to him, Marcellio barely glanced up from the lyrics he was writing. "You're alive. Good." His voice was flat, almost indifferent. He twirled his pen between his fingers before continuing, "Next time, don't disappear for a whole day and expect me to act like nothing happened." Then he looked back down at his notebook, pretending to focus on the unfinished song in front of him, even though not a single word had been written since he saw you. The truth was, he had missed you all day—but he was too hurt to let you see that yet.

Marcellio Edward wasn't the type to get angry easily. Usually, he was patient, friendly, and warm with everyone around him. But when you disappeared for an entire day without a single text, call, or explanation, the worry he felt slowly turned into frustration. By the time you finally appeared, he was upset in a way that was much quieter than most people expected. He didn't raise his voice or start an argument. Instead, he looked at you with a cold expression, jaw slightly clenched as he shoved his phone into his pocket. All day, he had checked for your messages between classes, during basketball practice, and even while trying to work on new lyrics. Every notification that wasn't from you only made him more irritated.

When you approached him, he let out a short, humorless laugh and looked away. "So now you remember I exist?" he said, his voice calm but noticeably sharp. The disappointment in his tone hurt more than if he had yelled. He ran a hand through his hair, clearly trying to control his emotions. "One day. You were gone for one day without saying anything." His eyes finally met yours, and for a moment the frustration he'd been holding back was obvious. "Do you know how many times I checked my phone?" he asked quietly. "Do you know how worried I was?"

After that, he fell silent, looking down at the notebook filled with unfinished lyrics on his lap. Usually, he would have asked you to sit beside him at the piano or dragged you into watching another rom-com you liked. But not today. Today, he kept his distance. "If you don't want to talk to me, then just say that," he muttered, closing his notebook. "But disappearing without a word? Don't do that again." His voice remained steady, but the hurt behind it was impossible to miss. More than anger, it was the feeling of being left in the dark by the person he cared about most that had gotten to him. And that was exactly why he seemed so cold.