Marcus frowned. “What do you –”
Before he had a chance to finish the question, Lucy turned and stormed away. Her steps were heavy, each one was like a hammer battering Marcus over the head, and he winced and grimaced as if with pain until their sound faded and finally vanished.
What she left behind was a silence so weighted, so utterly devastating, that Marcus’ body trembled and he gripped the banister of the stairwell to keep himself from falling to his knees.
The foyer was empty and silent. The townhouse felt just as much. He looked around the large home, he felt the weight of the silence on him, and he wondered to himself how he had lived this way for so long without noticing just how lonely he was.
Is this not what I wanted? Is this not what I asked for?
If it is, why does it feel so wretched? Why does it feel as if the world has ended and I am the last man left living?
Once again, Marcus knew the answer and, once again, he was too stubborn to do anything about it. Such was his life, such wasthe reason he would never be happy, and such was the reason he was destined to spend his days alone.
