Hey guys! :3 Thanks so much for reading the story! It's been going along pretty nicely so far! Let me say this; I did not intend to point Marshall out as a bad guy last chapter, that's the last thing I want, trust me! I'm just thinking logically as I write, that's all! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter! :D

FIONNA'S P.O.V

It's been three weeks since Marshall showed up. I haven't spoken a word since, I was savoring what I had said to him, it was a bitter taste, a taste of regret. I longed for him for two years, hopelessly wanting him to come back to me, take me in his arms and tell me how much of a mistake he made and make up with him. I wanted the cliche romantic moment, I wanted his own regret, but mostly, out of everything, I wanted him back.

I have Zack now, though. He came back at the wrong time, I have someone else to love me and take care of me, someone who healed my heart. He came back and fought the boy who healed my heart. He wants me now. I don't know what I want though. I have replayed the moment I saw him reappear before me, in my head, every day. I will replay it as much as I can, I want this to sink in, I want this feeling to pass. I want to be happy, but I don't know who to choose. I want it to just come to me, just to pop in my head.

I always thought, if you get hurt by a man then you fall for another, the second man is who you should choose. Why? Well, it shows that you never loved the first one, but now, it all seems like something I made up to coax with Marshall's being gone for almost three years, the truth is, I'm still in love with Marshall, I know he's the one I love, but I love Zack too. I almost had that year of happiness made by Zack. I thought this was where my love story would start, well it was, but it turns out this love story is fucking dramatic.

"Fionna?" I heard Zack call.

I got up and peeked out my bedroom window. He was waiting on the porch, staring at the door.

Shit! No! No no no no! Please, just leave Zack.

"Fionna?" He called louder, knocking on the door.

I backed away from the window with my hands cupping my mouth. I ran into something slim, but sturdy.

"Don't want to see wolfy?" Marshall asked behind me.

I gasped and turned around. Marshall was standing there, a nonchalant expression, yet, his eyes held sorrow. He was on his feet, he towered over me. He took hold of my shoulders.

"Fionna, breathe." He commanded.

I did as he said, my breath was ragged at first.

"Come on, you need to sit down." He mumbled, walking me towards my bed.

I sat down and looked down at the floor. It was silent for a good ten minutes, Zack was long gone by now, it was now me and Marshall.

"Listen to my Fi, you have to understand that I did what I had to for you." He said.

I kept my eyes on the wooden floorboards.

"You left me." I mumbled.

I held back the tears.

You cry too much as it is Fionna, stay strong! Come on, you can't show weakness in front of him!

"I had to."

"Because you're a well-known murderer." I whispered.

"I was protecting you." He replied.

"You did a shit job of doing so." I growled bravely.

He took a hold of my hand. I felt him turn my wrist towards him, I didn't fight it. I let him see what happened. He kissed my scars.

"I know." He whispered shamefully.

I looked at him. I gave him a serious stare. His eyes met mine. Maroon and blue, mixing gently together.

"Fionna, I never wanted to hurt you." He said, holding my eyes.

"But you did. It doesn't matter if you never wanted to, you still did." I growled, trying to keep eye contact.

"Fi, I came back to make things better. I need you. I know, this is shit timing to do this, but I could never live without you."

I felt anger errupt in me. I was beyond furious at this point. He said the wrong thing.

"Yet, you lived without me for three years!? What makes you want me now, Marshall!? I waited for you, I cried for you, and I still fought against what people said about you! Now, you want me back when I find Zack? Why!?" I yelled.

I looked at my wrist in desperate anger. I forced my wrist up to his face, letting him get a good second look.

"Look at this! See these scars? This is a sign! A sign that says 'you can never make things better for me'!" I screamed.

Marshall stared at me in shock. I looked down, I wasn't angry now, I was weak. I kept silent, and so did he. For another ten minutes, there was silence, thoughtful silence. Then I felt arms wrap around me, I glanced up, his head rested on top of mine, his hands rubbed up and down my back soothingly. I couldn't help, but let one tear escape.

"This was all I needed from you, Marshall." I whispered.

He pulled me closer.

"I didn't need just a letter. I needed you."

Kind of a short chapter, but there's got to be a few short chapters in a story, am I right? c: So yeah, this chapter. I know the story's moving kind of fast, but deal with it. CX Love you guys!