Julia’s POV:
Shit.
Why am I thinking about inevitable situations?
Who knows what will happen in the future?
Maybe Marcelo will be dead by then.
“Why are you staring at me?” Marcelo asks. “Something in your mind?”
“Your death.”
His face turns ugly, “What?”
“Nothing.” I chuckled awkwardly, “Why are you here?”
Marcelo sat next to me, “That’s a good question. Considering how you’re thinking about my death. Maybe I shouldn’t be here.”
I chuckled awkwardly again, “Don’t worry. We all die one day.” That line sounds like something I should’ve kept to myself. “Anyways, why are you back so early?”
“It’s ten.”
I click on my phone. Have I been out here for almost 2 hours? “I stand by my question. You’re back early.”
He shrugged, “It wasn’t that fun, so I decided to head back early.”
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