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Marcel
Marcel walked over to Greg, grinning from ear to ear. He gazed down and up at him, meeting his face; he was soaking wet from the rain. The water was basically streaming down his face and body, dripping onto the kitchen floor. "You didn't bring an umbrella?" Marcel chuckled, grabbing a towel off of the counter beside him and tossing it over Greg's drenched body. "You're dripping all over my floor." Greg started drying himself off, looking down at his feet. He had an embarrassed smile on his face. "You know I don't have the funds for something like that. I'm sorry I couldn't look nicer for you." He laughed under his breath. "Don't ever say that." Marcel cupped Greg's face in his hand, looking at him sternly. If only Marcel could describe how beautiful Greg was to him. The feelings he had for him were so strong he couldn't even put into a word, multiple words even. To him, Greg was more beautiful than the sun when it arises above the horizon in the early morning, leaving a ombre of pink and purple. He's more beautiful than the bright petunias in the mid summer, more beautiful than anything his eyes would ever meet in his lifetime. "You're the most beautiful thing my eyes have ever laid on Greg." Marcel whispered, moving his hands toward Greg's ears and grazing them with his fingertips. Greg pressed his lips together, wrapping his arms around Marcel's back, and holding him tightly. "What did you have planned for us tonight?" Greg asked softly as Marcel laid his head on his shoulder, brushing his fingers now into his hair. It was silent, only the sound of their breaths and heartbeat synchronizing together. "Let's just- just stay here for a while. I like when you hold me Greg." Marcel muttered, closing his eyes gently. He felt so warm inside. The feeling of Greg's arms cradling him gently, the vibration of his beating heart, the smell of the summer rain on his fur. He wanted to stay like this forever, just the two of them. He'd never felt more safe. Marcel lifted his head to meet Greg's. "I love you, Greg." Marcel whispered, longingly staring into Greg's brown eyes. "I love you more than you'll ever know, Marcel." Greg exhaled under his breath, meeting his lips with Marcel's. Marcel wrapped his arms around Greg's shoulders, clenching the towel that was hanging around his neck. Greg's lips tasted like sweet grass and fresh mist, he wanted to hold his breath so he could kiss him forever. He shut his eyes. It was like he was dreaming, a joyous dream he never wanted to wake up from. But, like all dreams, we always have to wake up from them. The both jolted apart at the sound of the front door of the restaurant opening. "Did you lock the door, Marcel?" Greg questioned quietly, still holding Marcel close to him. "I did- at least I thought I did-." He slowly moved his head to face the direction of the door. "Restaurant's closed!" Marcel yelled out, moving from Greg to the entrance of the restaurant. He expected to see just a random rat, or maybe those rival rats from the other restaurant but instead he saw- "Carol." Marcel blurted out, freezing like a marble statue. "B-Baby, what are you doing here?" Guilt started to fill Marcel's entire core, how could he call her "Baby" after what he just did with Greg? Carol stood in the entryway, her were crossed over her chest as she started to pace around the dining room. "The real question "Baby" is what are you doing here at 12 in the morning." Marcel felt Carol's eyes pierce right through him like sharp lasers. It was like she saw right through him, but she didn't know, she couldn't know. Did she know? "I told you, I'm just giving the kitchen a deep clean." Marcel smiled at Carol trying to mask his guilt. He grabbed her shoulders, rubbing them with his fingers. "Don't worry about me, just go home and sleep. I'll be home as soon as I'm done." He muttered, kissing her quickly on the cheek. Carol looked away, pushing Marcel off of her gently. He stumbled back. "Wh-What's wrong?" Carol bite her lip, rage filled her eyes. "Carol? What happend?" Marcel demanded, a slight panic to his tone. "Where the hell is Greg." She snapped, storming all around the dining room, her eyes darting all across every crevice. Marcel's face turned pale, the sweat started to build up in his palms. How did she know? They were so secretive, they didn't even tell anyone. "What are you talking about?" Marcel followed Carol, trying to grab her arm to stop her from finding Greg. Carol started rummaging through her purse. She pulled out a crumpled photo and slammed it on a dining table. There Marcel saw a very grainy photo of him and Greg, it was taken from the date they took a few nights ago. He was silent, and nobody spoke for a good 30 seconds. I mean, what could he say? She knew. "How... how did you get this?" Marcel mumbled, holding the photo in his hands, not meeting Carol's eyes in shame. "It was left in my mailbox." She said bluntly, staring right at Marcel. "I- you- Greg" He scrambled, but he couldn't find anything to say. "Tell me the truth, Marcel." Carol demanded, her eyes filled with betrayal. It stung Marcel to look at her. "Carol, I love you." He started off, silencing himself to think of what he was gonna say. "I love you so much. More than you'll ever know, but... I love Greg- in a different way. Greg and I understand each other, he is basically a part of me. When he's not near, I feel like I can't breathe. Every time I see a sunset or I make a beautiful dessert, I think of him. I've never felt that way about you Carol. I'm sorry." He uttered in shame, staring at her with nothing but remorse in his eyes. "You love him?" Carol hissed, crossing her arms. "He's the love of my life, Carol." Marcel blurted. He was the only rat he ever loved, nobody could ever compare. "THEN WHY DID YOU EVEN MARRY ME?" She snapped at him, slamming her hands against the tables. The cutlery trembled onto the floor, leaving a loud "clank". Marcel flinched, staring at the ground at the dispersed cutlery. He looks at his hand, the gold ring on his finger shone brighter than it ever has before. "I'm sorry, Carol. I'm so so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen." Carol looked at the ring on her finger, biting her lip with bitterness. "I just didn't want anyone to suspect that... there was something between me and Greg." All along, their marriage was like a built out of cards, it was meant to fall down at some point. The years of lies and anguish started to spew at the seams. They both went silent. "So, Greg isn't here?" She asked, staring at the floor. Marcel nodded, wiping his palms on the sides of his hips. "Just me." Carol looked up at his face, looking for honesty. "Please go home. We'll discuss this in the morning, okay?" He pleaded, trying to grab Carol's hand; she brushed him off. "Fine." She uttered under her breath with displeasure. Carol clenched her purse, swatting her head to the side and started storming her way to the door. Marcel took a deep sigh. What a mess. Who even got the photo in the first place? He tried so hard to keep it a secret, clearly not hard enough. What was he gonna tell Greg? Well, he probably heard the entire debacle anyway. He placed his head in his hands out of dread, then swiftly pushing them through his hair. Then, Greg slowly popped his head out of the kitchen doors, creeping out to the dining room. "So, I guess she knows, huh?" Greg asked, now facing Marcel and taking his hand into his. Marcel couldn't even look at Greg, instead he let out a gutted sigh. "It'll be okay. We'll figure this out together, right?" Marcel looked up at Greg, who had that comforting upside smile on his face. He always knew how to make Marcel feel calmer. He squeezed his hand tighter. "At least we finally won't have to hide. It's been exhausting." He softly chuckled. It would be really awkward at the restaurant once everyone finds out him and Carol are splitting, and even more when people actually find out that it was him and Greg all along. Though, Marcel was ready for it. Anything to be with Greg. Greg moves closer, wrapping his arms around Marcel. "Precisely." He whispered, kissing Marcel gently on his forehead. Marcel lays his head on Greg's chest. Nothing will stop their love now. "Greg's not here, huh?" Marcel and Greg practically jump, as they see the figure standing in front of them. "Carol-" Marcel starts, lifting his arms off of Greg slowly. "You're such a fucking liar, Marcel." She spat. "Why do you keep LYING TO ME?" She slammed her hand on the table next to her. Everything went silent. "Carol please-" Greg started to babble, moving infront of Marcel. "SHUT THE FUCK UP GREG. JUST- JUST SHUT UP. WHY COULDN'T YOU JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP." She shrieked. There was a manic look on her face, that none of them had ever seen before. "WHY COULDN'T YOU JUST LEAVE HIM ALONE. HE WAS MINE. MINE. NOT YOURS. YOU STOLE HIM. YOU'RE A FUCKING THIEF." She held her hands out, shaking them frantically in front of Greg. Marcel couldn't speak, he couldn't even move an inch. He had never seen her like this. She had finally snapped. "I don't know why he picked you honestly- YOU'RE NOTHING. ALL YOU'LL EVER BE, IS NOTHING." Greg flinched as she got closer. Her eyes are now twitching, filled with nothing but red, hot, fury. "Don't you ever speak to him like that, Carol." Marcel scolded through his teeth. "Oh! I'm so sorry. I forgot that you "love" him and not me. IT'S NOT LIKE WE WERE FUCKING MARRIED." She mocked, now staring right at Marcel. Greg grabbed onto Marcel's hand, interlocking fingers tightly. His heart was beating so fast. "Carol, don't do this. Let's solve this together. Please." Marcel begged, trying to hold onto her again. Carol stared at Marcel's hand onto her, then looked slowly moved her head toward him and Greg's interlocked hands. "No. No. No." She uttered under her breath. Marcel didn't even notice the steak knife in her hand until it struck Greg's beating chest. Again, and again, and again. "Now you'll feel how I fucking feel." She seethed, her face right near Greg's face. She ripped the knife right out of his core. She was drenched with the blood that was now spitting out Greg's core. Marcel's ears started to ring, filling the room as he saw Greg collapse to the ground. Carol, seeing the blood now on her hands, sprinted out without a word. Leaving the two finally alone. Marcel dropped to the ground, hands shaking, trying to cover the wound that was located right on the left of Greg's chest. Right in his heart. "N-No.. No.. No.. Greg..." He kept repeating, massive tears forming in his eyes. There was nothing else he could say. It was all going too fast. Greg laid on the floor, shaking, still with that upside down smile on his face. "Marcel.. " He stuttered, his voice was shaky and barely audible. Marcel's face went pale as the Greg's blood now covered his bare hands, just bright red. "We're gonna get some help okay?" Marcel's voice trembled, trying to locate his phone, not realizing that it was in the other room. "Shit." This can't be it. It couldn't be. Greg grabbed Marcel's face, brushing his cheek softly. "H-Hold me." Greg whispered to Marcel, his eyes meeting his. Marcel moved his arms hesitantly off the wound and wrapped it around Greg. The only sound in the room was the sound of Marcel's tears, and Greg's shaking breath. "I like it when you hold me." Greg laid his head on Marcel's leg, his entire body was shaking. His head rolled back, he stared at Marcel, still with a sparkle in his eyes. "I'll never let go, Greg." Marcel sobbed, his lip quivering trying to think of other things to say. His brain raced at a million miles per hour. He couldn't lose him. It would be all his fault. He couldn't lose him. "Thank you for loving me. Thank you for being the only one who truly cared. Thank you for giving me a reason to live, Marcel." Greg took his weak arm, wiping off the tears on Marcel's cheeks. "I love you." He exhaled, one last shaky breath. "I love you too." Marcel looked down at Greg to see his beautiful smile plastered on his face. A smile that once used to bring him comfort and joy, now was only filled with grief. "Greg?" He shook Greg's body, the blood still spooling out like a red river. "GREG." Marcel started to shake more aggressively, but only Greg's lifeless eyes looked back at him. "GREG. DON'T LEAVE ME HERE BY MYSELF, GREG, PLEASE." He wailed loudly, his cries echoed through the empty restaurant. "YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME HERE. I LOVE YOU MORE THAN YOU'LL EVER KNOW, GREG. DO YOU HEAR ME? SAY THAT YOU HEAR ME. SAY IT BACK TO ME, PLEASE." Marcel placed his head onto Greg's, as his body laid cradled in his arms as he kept on sobbing. "Please." He repeated softly, over and over and over. Praying that he would wake up, that they would meet eyes again, and that he and Greg would finally be able to walk in the sun together. A lass, they never would. Marcel grabbed Greg's cold face, kissing him gently on the lips one last time. They were icy and left of the warmth that was once there. He stayed next to Greg's body, sobbing continuously into his chest. Marcel couldn't feel Greg's heartbeat anymore. Hours later, the bleeding had stopped, and Greg's body had turned cold. Marcel looked out the window, and saw the sun starting to arise from the horizon. It left a pink and purple ombre in the sky, that shone through the windows of the restaurant. It was more beautiful than it ever has been before.