MARCEL'S POV
"It's okay; we both heard her, didn't we? So. What's the fuss about? I'm good." She responded before sticking to her feet; she held her breath. I could see things were quite heated with her already, but I wasn't sure touching her or making an approach was the best at the moment.
"She's right, though; she's telling no lies. I didn't mean for any of it to happen like this, or for you to find out in this manner " I responded, and she stopped on her feet. I watched as she ran her fingers into her hair, biting down on her lips so hard that it had drawn blood.
"You know what? I can't... I can't right now. I don't wish to listen to any more of your lies, your deceit, or take Marcel, so let's leave it be. I'll leave your house, go up in a minute to pack, and I'll be down at
