It seemed like it took an eternity for us to make our way back to Marcels house—the very same house that we had stayed in the last time that I had been here. To be fair, that time I hadn’t been forced to walk all the way here from the hospital. And perhaps the walk wouldn’t have felt as long and torturous if Marcel was actually walking with me and talking to me like he should have.
He was walking ahead of me, Far enough for him to fall under the illusion that he was alone, but close enough for me to follow him, since I didn’t know where to go of my own accord.
When he had first started to walk ahead of me, I had tried desperately to keep up with him, thinking that he didn’t realise what he was doing, but it soon became obvious that it was exactly what he wanted to do.
He didn’t want
