162- The arrival of the dead

"I know! Do you think I don't know that? I was the first one that said you should leave Luke. But what should I do? I like him, I really do even though I know this thing between us is going to end bad, I just can't help but want to be around him." Mark said, his face facing the road, his eyes looking at dried pieces of gun, glass shards that shone under the moonlight and empty coffee cups.