Hello my darlings, it's been a long time since i posted a one-shot. So i hope you enjoyd this little number. This one shot was inspired by 'Los Temerarios' song 'Fue Un juego'. Spanish oldies always hit me with the feels and inspiration. And this came out of it. I HOPE you all enjoy!-JasZ
How could one's life be filled with so much cruelty? Marcel has often found himself pondering on the events that have weaving its self into his persona. How his mother suffered due to him? being a single mother and being a target to his lecherous father. His life has been one cycle of hell after another.
Marcel became a self made man. Going to school by getting scholarships and working non-stop. He even started to watch out for the neighborhood kids that were victimized and couldn't protect themselves. That brought many colorful people to his door. Several even became friends and often consider each other family. It appeared that his life had been turning for the better. Finally he was going down the right path.
It's around the time he meet her. He believed everything life had thrown at him ended and she was his reward. His sorrowful and dark days became bright like the blinding sun. Laughter and happiness overwhelmed him so much. That he lost himself in her down the road. Cutting ties with his 'brothers' and 'sisters'. He smiled only for her; everything he did was for her. She led him down a darker and colder path that strayed from the one he created for himself.
Over time he realized that everything was a lie. She toyed with him… played with his emotions and pinned him against his loved ones. Even now he still thinks of her. His dreams consist of her. Of her smile and twinkling blue orbs. Her blond locks blowing in the wind. He wants to rid himself of her memory.
Love… he still loves her. How many times he's mentally kicks himself due to the emotion. Pleading his heart to hate her. Her betrayal still feels like a blade slicing into his cracked heart. How could she tell him she loved him when in truth she was leading him on? Kissed like he meant the world to her. Embraced him like he was her anchor to this town. Why did she pick him to play in her little twisted game?
Laying in his bed, he turns to his side and releases a sigh he's held within for so long. He refuses to cry for her… He doesn't want the world and those around him to know how much she meant to him. If he ever did crack his world would fall apart around him. And that itself would give her more power over him.
'why Rebekah did you do what you did? Did I really mean nothing to you? Everything we went through was it all just a hoax? Was I really just a game?' He questions to himself. Deep down he knows the truth… Her words still ring in his ears; crushing his heart and stinging like a slap to the face.
'It was all just a game…Marcel. My family comes first…-' he refused to listen anymore.
'It was all just a game…. Just a game…'
That's what she viewed their entire relationship… A game and that made Marcel vow to never allow anyone into his heart ever again… as well as to never fall in love again. All due to three little words. 'just a game.'
There you have it! I hope you enjoyed there maybe a spin-off in Rebekah's Pov. and maybe i'll explain what happened..Until than thank you all for reading, favoriting and reviewing. it's makes my days so much better. -JasZ