"Star..." Marco breathed, his heart in his throat. Not even an hour had passed. He had been stabbed in the chest, though the wound was gone, and then stabbed again metaphorically when he heard Star speak one of her last words to him.
"Do you have a plan? For us to see each other?" He had asked, desperate and pleading.
He could see the answer in her expression. The way she paused. "Y-yeah! Of course!" She had said. She had lied.
She had come back. Stayed with him as magic was destroyed. Was that enough? Was destroying magic really so necessary that she considered it more important than their relationship?
He didn't know. He was glad to see her. To know she was okay.
She slowly cupped his cheek and went in for a kiss, but Marco quickly pulled her into a hug.
Her mewberty wings were gone, he noted, inhaling her scent. Her cheek marks he had noticed, but this was definitely the same Star. She smelled like the putrid magic that he had, or whatever it had become when it roiled like a wretched sea in those panic filled minutes.
They had been 'together' for a little over two hours, by his estimation.
"Marco!" she cheered, smiling with a hint of confusion. "I'm so happy to see you..." she teetered off at his expression.
It was serious. Marco never looked that intense unless he felt something vital was happening, or that something was wrong.
"Star." He said firmly, if not for the way his voice wavered and cracked. "I don't... I don't know if this will work out."
"What?" Star asked. Her voice was confused, but it was quieter than her normal register. She knew what he was talking about.
"I just need to get some things straight. You... I... Well. I just want to think about this." He finally said, not wanting to voice his reasons.
"Why?" She asked, but she didn't sound sad. Any sorrow she may be feeling came out as outrage. "We just got together and you want to what? Break up?! I thought you loved me, Marco Diaz!"
Marco nodded, not arguing with his previous words. "I do love you. A lot. I think if you made me choose between earth or my parents or even Mariposa, I'd probably choose you. But... you can't say the same? I... I just need to reason this out. You made your decisions, and I kind of agree with them, but you were ready to leave me there. You told me to go to Earth without you. Without even knowing if we could see each other again."
Star had no argument. That was what she had done. Impulsive as always, and her tapestry had even said that it would come to this.
But then, Marco was in front of her. The tapestry didn't show him, or the dimensions coming together.
"I'm sorry Star." Marco said, interrupting her train of thought. "I'm just going to go home." He muttered, turning around and walking away.
"Marco..." Star whimpered, tears in her eyes.
His shoulders were hunched over, his hands in his hoodie pockets. He kicked a rock as he walked, ignoring the tears in his eyes.