Marcus POV
I tossed and turned in my bed for a few hours. I raked my hair in frustration. What is wrong with me? I finally decided to leave the room before I could wake her up. I went out to the balcony on the second floor. I took a seat on the chair in the cold, freezing night.
As I put my hands on the pocket of my pants, my hands suddenly went to grab that crumpled letter. The letter that Charlotte wrote for me. I was contemplating between throwing it away or reading it. But then I finally decided to look into it first.
I straightened the letter and saw the neat writing inside of it. A few spots of tears making the ink went blurry but still clear enough for me to read it. My throat went dry as I read the letter. I have to see her right now.
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