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Perfectly content and snuggled into his pillow, limbs strew all over his bed carelessly, one Marco Diaz slept. His mobile that was laid next to him on his nightstand buzzed a low buzz, moving slightly as it vibrated a few times, indicating he has been texted. The buzzes penetrated his dream and he slowly emerged from it, rubbing his sleep filled eyes. He reached for the phone and brought it close.
On the lockscreen were the last few texts from his boyfriend, Tom Lucitor. The initial rush of happiness filled him at the mere thought of him. He didn't even read the texts before hugging the phone to his chest, sighing happily. It was quite obvious to everybody that he was madly, deeply, truly in love with Tom. Head over heels, even.
Ever since the mishap at the Blood Moon Ball and every incident after that, Tom and Marco have slowly been getting closer and closer until the inevitable happened. It felt natural, right, destined. Within the first few weeks of dating, the latinx boy had it bad. Shortly after Tom admitted he was in love with Marco. Marco was over the moon.
Marco allowed himself to glance at the texts finally, and his heart dropped into his stomach.
[Tom: Hey Marco?
Tom: I'd like to talk u
Tom: Important
Tom: Txt me back when I can come over]
He let saliva collect in his mouth before swallowing it, grimacing at the feeling in his chest and stomach. Marco had a bad feeling about what Tom wanted to talk about. It wasn't exactly like him to be this vague, either. He felt his hands shaking and he forced himself to calm down and breathe. Maybe it wasn't bad. Maybe it was actually good. He unlocked his mobile and sent a quick #justwokeup selfie.
[Me: Sent IMG_20171X2X_jpg
Me: Anytime is fine, mi sol]
Sitting up and straightening his pajamas and making his bed, he contemplated changing but Tom would be over quick. Marco sat at the edge of his bed, toying with his phone. He was overthinking, he knew that, but he couldn't stop himself. Part of being as organized as he was was also organizing scenarios and potential conversations. By the time the flames that indicated Tom teleported into his room manifested he was near tears. He quickly rubbed at his eyes and put on a better face, staring into the flames before they dissipated to show Tom in his usual torn up outfit. He was on the floor instead of his desk this time. It was one of two spots he appeared at.
Tom stood there, and Marco sat where he was. The silence in the air was extremely heavy and crushing Marco's heart. Tom was staring at Marco. The latinx boy opened his mouth to ask what Tom wanted to talk about but Tom beat him to it.
"Good. You're.. sitting." Marco's eyebrows just furrowed. This wasn't a good important thing, was it. He asked himself silently. The demon seemed to think out his next works carefully and delivered them slowly.
"Marco. I'm breaking up with you." Tom casually avoided Marco's face after that, seeming to feel guilty. And the humans heart skipped a beat hard enough where it felt time stopped.
"Wh..what?" He asked the demon in front of him, he heard it, but it wasn't clicking. It wasn't real, not yet. His mouth felt dry, he thinks he's gaping at Tom but he can't feel it. Tom leaned against the desk, almost sitting on it and looked at the ground, continuing what he was saying.
"I said, we're breaking up. I don't love you anymore." And with words Marco's heart cracked. He stood up, trying to look Tom in the face. His insides were a swirl of emotions. What was he feeling? Was he even here? Was he still asleep?
"Is this a joke? It's not very funny.." He tried to glare at Tom but his gaze softened. He couldn't even be annoyed at him. For a demon, Tom was like an angel for him. Tom shook his head, a flash of annoyance crossing his features.
"I mean, I don't love you anymore. I fell out of love." It was put so simply from Tom that Marco was still unsure that this wasn't joke. Going with the less painful option subconsciously, the human forced a smile and fake laughed.
"Haha. Good one.. Is this a demon version of April Fools or something? You got me." Inside, he felt like he was shriveling up but he suppressed it. His hands clenched. Tom crossed his arms and sneered at Marco, frustration growing with his.. boyfriend. Ex boyfriend now. Was Marco really getting into denial with this? He thought Marco of all people would understand, maybe he was wrong. Thanks to him in the past, Tom's reign on his anger was a lot better, so he wasn't at risk of blowing up here, but that didn't mean he couldn't get angry.
"I don't have time for this. We're over, Marco. I. Don't. Love. You. This is goodbye." He ground out, flashing his fangs. Taking a step towards Tom, Marco stopped, arms out. He didn't understand. He couldn't understand. It still felt like a bad dream. It wouldn't be the first time Marco had a dream like this. This one was so realistic though to him. He didn't know.
"You.. don't mean that. Come on.. You love me right? Right?" His voice cracked as Marco practically begged Tom. Taking another step closing, Marco wanted to hug Tom tight and cry into him. Despite being near tears earlier, he couldn't seem to actually cry now. Instead of Tom taking Marco up in his arms Tom backed away from the boy and narrowed his eyes at him. That wasn't good, or typical for that matter, body language from his boyfriend.
"What the- Marco stop!" Tom shouted at him, then quieted down after feeling self conscious, gritting his teeth.
"We're over. I don't love you. I'm leaving." He stated again, turning to do so, preparing to summon a portal home in the form of flames. Marco choked out a dry sob, reaching for Tom but not daring to actually grab him. He let Tom leave, and he sat himself on the floor. He wrapped himself up in his arms and hugged himself. He burst into tears after he let out a whimper, trying to remember to breathe. After that, he was like he was watching himself. He watched as Star burst into his room and ask what happened and he not even reply but look at the scorch marks in the floor through blurred vision.
Star hugged him and sat with him, trying to get him to stop crying but it wouldn't stop. He knew that. He couldn't even feel Star touching him but he could see it. Could see her arms and her hair and her concerned face. Her voice that sounded faraway saying how awful Tom was and how she was going to 'talk' to him which was Star for beat him black and blue. A slight movement. He shook his head. Star demanding a why. He hurt him.
And suddenly it came rushing back and overwhelmed him. He choked out a few sobs, his shoulders sobbing. He turned and buried his face into Star's hair, fingers gripping his shirt. Marco just let go of the hold he had on everything. He probably looked miserable and disgusting.
"I loved him.. I love him." He just kept repeating. Star started to petting Marco's unruly slept in hair with one hand, the other holding her wand and conjuring nice things for Marco, trying to cheer him up.
"He's a jerk.. He didn't deserve you. Are you sure you don't want me to talk to him? I will. Right now." Star offered to her best friend, fury in her eyes. How dare Tom hurt her bestie. And the way he did it too, that was cruel. Marco kept shaking his head no, trying to form words.
"Ssstar.. I don't think." He paused, gulping, before starting up again.
"I don't think I can go to school today." He felt an awful lot like sleeping all day. He's been hurt before, emotionally, physically. However this was nothing like those times. Marco knew realistically that he wasn't dying, but it felt that way to him. Star brought her wand up to her mouth and started chewing on it, thinking. Talking around it she exclaimed,
"Then I'll skip with you!" Though it sounded more like "ten ill skif waff yu!"A sense of guilt bit him.
"No.. You mmm you don't have to." He forced out, trying to stop from sobbing. They were getting less violent but the tears were still flowing. His bestie gave him a loud "Pshaw!" and popped the wand out from her mouth, using it to gesture while talking.
"Marco.. I want to! What kinda best bestie would I be if I just go to school without you? A bad one!" She answered her own rhetorical question. Marco should know by now the lengths she was willing to go to make sure Marco was happy. If it meant being a bad kid, she would do it. She went back to chewing on his wand, thinking more.
"Star.." Marco protested weakly, not having the energy to insist that she go to class to keep her grades up or to get the work for him. Once Star decided something, it was very hard to change her mind. Finally done sobbing, Marco leaned into Star for support and focused on breathing, though her hair was getting into his nostrils, he didn't care. He needed to sleep but he didn't want to move yet. Being held by Star was calming. The entire scenario just minutes ago exhausted him deep in his bones.
"Don't worry Marco.. I got you." She mumbled to him, smiling. She had planning to do.