The Jock, The Nerd and The Geek

Epilogue (Part Two)

His Mother stared at him, half surprised at the demand in his voice and twisted look on his face, but answered nonetheless, "Someone came to take it this morning. They had a letter from your Abuela that permitted it."

He shoved the one in his hand towards her. "This one?"

His mother stared at it, then took it from his hand, reading through it. Marcos heard Paris ask what was going on but he didn't give an answer, his eyes still on Maria as she looked at him giving him a brief nod, and he asked, "Did they leave something behind? A message? Letter-"

"Note," She cut in, bringing out the paper from the pocket of her trousers and giving it to him. "But it was gibberish so I didn't think twice of it."

Marcos took it from her, his eyes running through the words.

In a place found by the Sun, the moon was led.
Promises were made, and forgiveness was granted,
On the twentieth anniversary, a joke they made.
In a place that was in the middle of nowhere.

To anyone, it was nonsense. To him... To him, he understood it.

Still ignoring Paris' call for him, he walked out of the house, staring down the street then cursed the fact he came without his car before he felt a hand wrap itself around his wrist and force him to turn around.

Paris had his eyes burning with a rage that threatened to set fire on everything around him, the aura around him nearly sending Marcos into a begging stance. "When I talk to you, you fucking answer, do you understand?"

Marcos stared at him for a few seconds, realizing that the male in front of him wasn't just the same person he shared a room with, he was the Don of a Mafia and lowered his eyes so Paris wouldn't see the fear in them to where his hand was being squeezed to death, whispering, "You're hurting me."

Like he was on fire, Paris immediately jumped back, Marcos rubbing the skin around his wrist as a torn looking Paris said, "I'm sorry, I- God, you can't just ignore me like that."

"You ignored me for seven years."

A distraught look came on the green eyed male's face. "I thought you forgave me for that."

Marcos said nothing, the guilt at bringing it up eating at him before adding under his breath, "I don't care what you think, but I won't let you stop me."

"Stop you? Marcos, I will never control-"

He looked at him now, trying to keep his voice even. "I'm going to find A,"

The look of shock on Paris' face was enough to make Marcos think even mentioning it was a big mistake but to his surprise, again,the male shook his head, walking closer to him and said in a barely restrained voice, "I can't let you go there on your own, so why don't we get in my car, and talk this out, okay?"

Did he have another choice? If he tried to run, he didn't put it past Paris to use force to keep him safe so he nodded.

When they were in the car, Paris' face looked like one of the masks he wore when he was battling too many emotions and hiding them was the only solution out, his hand gripping the steering wheel like he wished to strangle someone while Marcos sat beside him, staring outside the window as he drove. "How are you sure that this isn't a trick?"

"Because her letter was straightforward," He answered, picking at the blue and pink wool sweater he had chosen to wear. "You are the Sun, and she had told me herself you had helped find the place with her and I, as the Moon, was taken there by her. She had asked for my forgiveness there and we made a joke about how on our twentieth wedding anniversary, we would consider letting you get married to us. No one else knew that except us."