After 'Stan by me'…so..spoilers…it guess with out saying. (But before a fine meth)...Guess it's Au now...how sad
Marshall watched her carefully in the mirror as he drove her home. He bit his lip, holding back all the things he realized he needed to say. So many things had been left unsaid, and tonight he thought he had lost his chance. He blinked back tears as he drove, praying she wouldn't notice. Holding everything back hurt, like a match burning in his chest. 'I love you' he wanted to say. 'I need you. I don't know what I would do with out you. I love you.'
In his mind Marshall couldn't stress those three words enough. 'I love you. I love you. I love you.' But he knew he couldn't tell her now, not after all she'd been through. All they had both been through. He was afraid of waking up suddenly and realizing she was dead. He was afraid his wild, exotic animal had been traumatized by the world. That he had done an inadequate job of protecting her.
This new feeling of guilt ate away at his gut until he dropped her off at her place. He put the car in park and jogged around the car, opening her door for her.
"Marshall I can open my own door." She growled at him. He shrugged and smiled at her, biting back the words he needed to say. Because she didn't need to hear them. Not yet. Possibly not ever.
"Is anyone home…?" He asked. Mary sighed.
"I don't know. Mom's mad at me and Brandi knows she's in big trouble. So no…probably not." Marshall gnawed at his lower lip, feeling it becoming raw.
"Maybe you shouldn't be alone tonight." He suggested softly, hoping she would see that it was he who shouldn't be left alone. That he needed to be with her, at least for a while. She might have seen, or maybe she just didn't want to argue.
"Fine"
Once inside the house, they went their separate ways. Mary went and took a shower and Marshall crashed on the couch, thoughts full of words that could have been left unsaid indefinitely.