First I would like to say a big thank you to my two… yes only two special reviewers IcecreamandSprinkles and ipsilon. This chapter is dedicated to the both of you. Secondly I would like to apologize to IcecreamandSprinkles since I said that I would have this done by the weekend and that didn't happen. Sorry about that. This chapter is based around Marcos POV if you didn't guess. Enjoy.
Pairing: Marco/Oliver and minor Marco/Carmella
I never thought I would find myself writing in a diary; but then again I have been doing a lot of things that I never thought I would do lately… I guess love does that to a person. I do not wish to love this person, nor should I. The very act is against everything that I should believe in but when does love ever listen to reason either? I know for certain one thing though and that is I am the most selfish human being on the planet. The one I love, the man I love is none other than Oliver Barnes and yet I still continue to force Carmella, into the role of second best. I love her, I truly do but the passion and depth of love I feel for Oliver is the once in a life time thing. The truest, most special thing I could ever feel.
At first glance there appears to be nothing special about him. That is not to say Oliver isn't attractive enough, but he is just another blond haired, blue eyed male. I very quickly found out however that he is good humoured and has an easy smile, though is quick to anger, passionate but intelligent and puts his family above all else… especially his daughter. I would have no doubt he would die for anyone of them. Lately though I have began to notice that I have been catching his eye much more frequently and I often look over to see him watching me. I wonder what he sees. Does he realize that he is quickly becoming the only thing I think about? It is times like this that make it easy for me to fool myself and imagine that he returns my love but that can never be no matter how much I wish it otherwise. It is after all my responsibility to uphold my family name and that would never allow the feelings I have to become anything more than… a beautiful fantasy.
This whole ordeal is hard for me to believe but it would be harder and stranger for others, were it to come to light. Over and over, Oliver and I seem to fight but the physical contact never seems quite long enough and I long for just one more moment in his arms. This can never be and it is now time for me to put down my pen and return to the world. My love cannot be accepted. Maybe in the next life my love…
Little did Marco know that four months later nothing would be the same. Oliver would leave Ramsey Street, possibly forever and Carmella, Marcos recently widowed wife would take up his diary and sit in the exact same spot that Marco sat when he poured out his heart and soul, and cry.
So what did you think? I hope it wasn't to OOC but I tried my best. Please take the time to review. Thanks.