Zoey p.o.v
“Marco?” I breathe out, it all felt like the time is slowed down as I raced to him. I didn't about the people around, I hugged him to myself tightly while I sobbed.
I cried because I was overjoyed, and I cried because he hugged me back as if he's life depended on it.
I had clung unto Marco tightly, too tight for someone who's recovering from a bullet wound. I has been carried away by my emotions that I didn't realize I might be hurting him.
I moved to pull back, but Marco's grip on me tightens.
“Don't.” Marco's hoarse voice snapped. I have missed the sound of his voice, and my body reaction to his voice. The vibration and goosebumps it brings to me. “Don't leave, stay with me.” He added, drawing me closer.
“Okay, I won't let go.” I whispered, my voice filled with sinc
