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Feeling betrayed by her friends and more
importantly family, Marceline decides...
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I still can't sleep.
There are so many reasons why I can't, I don't know how to explain it but I'll try my best to help you understand
Too many thoughts circle my brain and exhaust my mind and emotions, I try to stop, but more thoughts enter
"Why do I care?" Or "Do I really want to stop thinking about them."
I should know the answers to such simple questions, but I stay awake and question everything, every touch, every whisper, every look, thought, and action.
"You want me." He told me the truth
"No I don't" I lied to him
"Just admit it." I did, and look where that got me. He made promises that he couldn't keep, it's disappointing but so am I so I can't complain.
It's funny that I believed him, I'm more of an idiot than I care to admit.
Why didn't anyone check my pulse? and how has no one talked about how odd it is that instead of making Dylan the mob boss, they killed me to make sure I couldn't; It's just a little overdramatic.
The room I'm staying in at Celeste's apartment is very light and soothing, almost bohemian.
it feels like a spa, and considering how obsessed Celeste is with skincare, it practically is one.
She has me wearing any product she is sure I need, and even though she isn't a licensed dermatologist, she acts like one.
I'm not complaining though, the feeling is kind of refreshing. Not enough to help me sleep but I'll take what I can get.
Even though Dylan is getting the mafia I've spent my whole life working for, I don't feel that jealous; I'm actually concerned because none of my family does good under pressure. It usually results in screaming and crying
Dylan hasn't been treated as harshly as I have but that doesn't mean he didn't go through his own things.
I could be completely wrong when I say I don't think he could do it. Hell, I was trying to be the boss and I didn't even like killing people.
The only reason we had a chance is that Marco is a cruel and sadistic prick that owns a mafia.
I realize I've probably sat on this bench too long when the sun starts to appear in the sky, making orange, yellow, and pink appear around it.
The bar doesn't open for another two hours but I have a set of keys and wade lives above the bar so I can eat breakfast with him.