Marco's POV
‘Black Friday… Goodbye George.’
My alarm clock woke me up when I had barely slept for two hours. I covered my face in my hands and rubbed my sleep-deprived eyes. I was slowly turning into ash.
Without turning over to see the reminder that would wake me up so early, I slammed it shut. Of course, I knew what it was, knew who the exact day and time belonged to, knew who I was finally accepting their departure…
George.
My muscles tensed, and my heart ripped into shreds. It hurt, hurt terribly, and this couldn't be healed. The most hurt are from those without injuries, and sadly, I had a bucket full of them.
He was gone and there was nothing I could do.
‘Dear George…’
I stopped, pained. Would he even forgive me for bringing him bad luck? Was it even my fault? Regardless
