His attitude now was exactly how he was when Ara died. If not that he had not tried to kill himself since, Marco would even say this was even worse than that time.
Although this stunt he pulled just now could be counted as attempted suicide from Marco's point of view… What would have happened if he hadn't walked in at that time?
"Anything else?" Zeno raised a brow as he took a sip of the drink, the hotness spreading evenly throughout his lungs—still waiting for a response.
It was clear that he missed her, so Marco could not understand why he wouldn't just go see her.
It was that simple.
What was it, Pride, Fear, Cowardice, Anger, Ego? What was it that was holding him back, why wouldn't he just end his own misery and go see the solution to his problems?
"What are you still—"
"Why don't you just go and see her?" Marco blurts out, and he sees some things flash on his face… First he saw shock, then he saw confusion, and now it was quickly shifting to anger.
