Diego aka Arrow
“You don’t have to do this,” Marcell harshly whispered to me as I hastily walked down the hallway to my uncle’s office once more.
“I told you, Marcell, this is the only way that I can protect her,” I insisted.
“Stop it.” Marcell reached out grabbing my arm. “Just stop it for one d*mn minute.”
“I’ve screwed everything up, Marcell,” I said unable to meet my cousin's intense gaze. “There’s no other option. We’re out of time.”
“You can’t lose hope, Diego. Not you. I can. But you can’t. That’s not how these things work,” Marcell pleaded with me.
If my broken heart could break more, it would have. Marcell depended on me being a certain beacon for him. A tether to the good that remained when everything in our lives called for us to be anything but good. I feared that my detachment to the good would make him completely give up.