"Just answer the question Star, do you love me?"

Star had two options: She could tell the truth, effectively ending this game of charades or lie again.

No, this time she wouldn't lie, she couldn't keep this from Marco, looking into his deep brown eyes, reminded her of everything she loved about him, he cared about her more than anyone on this planet could have, even it it wasn't love. He deserved to know the truth, she had to tell him.

But when she opened her mouth...

"Pffftt, what no, of course not. You're my Earth bestie, there's no way that would happen."

"Yeah," Marco nodded his head, "You're right. It was a crazy idea, It's just Glossaryk said-"

"Glossaryk, shmossaryk, that guy's a laugh riot. Nope, I wouldn't give much to what he says, he's a little outdated you know." She paused for a moment, and her smile subsided. "I'm sorry, about all of the lies."

"I understand, it's embarrassing, and I know mewberty's a wierd and confusing time for you. But the fact you've been lying this whole time, it hurts Star. I think I'm gonna head out for a bit, I need to clear my head."

"I can go with you if you want, we could check out the bouncy kingdom."

"No thanks, I just want some time alone."

And that was it, she didn't love him. Why did he feel so gut wrenchingly bad? Did he want Star to love him, did that mean he loved her?

He continued his way down the hall, stopping at the front door for a moment.

"It doesn't matter." He tried to convince himself, "She said she doesn't love me, so I guess, well at least we're still friends."

He crossed the frame, the cool night air greeting him with each step onward. He didn't look back.

Back inside of Marco room Star couldn't be angrier.

"What is wrong with you!" Star scolded herself, pacing around her room so quickly she could've left skid marks, "You couldn't just Mewni up, and tell him the truth. You didn't even have to say anything, you could have just nodded, that mean yes here. I'm an idiot, you're an idiot!" She came to a stop and slouched against the wall, her forehead was hot against the cool bricks. "I'm in way over my head."

She needed help, she was getting nowhere translating the seer's writing, maybe even less than nowhere. The writing only confirmed what she already new. The mark on his neck wasn't going anywhere. She didn't want to do it, but calling for Glossaryk's help was her only viable option.

Star gave a light knock on the book's cover, and took a deep breath.

"Glossaryk, I need your help."

The genie appeared in a small puff of smoke, stroking his beard as he looked up into his master's eyes.

"Oh, didn't think I'd get another visitor tonight, at least your not that Diaz boy." He said smugly.

"Listen, I messed up," Star started, but the blue man's laughter stopped the rest of her sentence in it's tracks.

"Oh, I'd say you did more than just that. You know those things don't wash off, it's permanent."

"Are you sure, there has to be some way to stop this thing, even making it a little less noticeable will help." Star pleaded.

The genie stroked his chin and thought for a moment.

"Hmm.. there is one way to make it better."

The mewman's eyes widened in delight, she brought herself closer the Glossaryk, bending down on her hands and knees to get a better look at him.

"Yes, yes, yes! I'll do it, I'll do whatever it takes."

"Well, I'm sure you given how strongly you feel about the boy, it won't be such a bad idea. All you gotta do is consomate your relationship and viola! The mark will fade away forever etched into his being."

"What! I can't do that! My parents will kill me!"

"I'm sure you could muster up the courage, he isn't ugly after all."

"Ugh!" She groaned, "Look I don't think this is what you should be consulting your princess into doing."

"It's going to happen eventually…"

"I don't even know how to got this job. Glossaryk I can't. This whole thing is a mess, I told Marco that I don't love him, even though, you and I both know is definitely not true. I just need to find a way to fix it, so I can't pretend that none of this ever happened."

"Why you don't you stop fighting this, it's only making things worse."

"Because… It's not right. What I did to him, he didn't ask for this, he didn't want any of it. Giving him the mark was like giving him a death sentence. It sealed his fate. Back home, I didn't have a choice, I was a princess before I was even born. Everything was decided for me, what to eat, what to wear, what time to get up, when I should lay down; it was suffocating. I can't do that to Marco, I can't take away his future. I love him, but, being with me would mean that he would have to leave Earth, his home, everything and everyone he loves. He would have to live out the rest of his days in some stuffy castle."

Glossaryk paused once more. He understood the girl's situation. Being a princess was not as glamorous as the Earthling's make it seem. But if this was what his master wanted, to ignore her own feelings, in lieu of giving the Diaz boy a better life. Then who was he to stop her, it was an admirable aspiration.

"There was a mewman, she lived quite a long time ago. But she gave her mark to her first love, and somehow, the story goes that their love died. To what extent I can't recall, but then when she fell in love again, she gave her new lover another mark."

"So, I just have to stop loving him?" She questioned. It wasn't the quick and easy solution she had hoped for.

"It is a lover's mark of course. Common sense will tell you, that if there is no love, there is no mark. But then again, you could also just tell him how you feel. He may just accept the mark."

Star shook her head.

"No, he deserves his own life."

He gave a hearty sigh, and then raised a single finger inches before her nose.

"There is just one thing. Star, this is very serious magic. A lover's mark is ancient, and powerful. If you choose to ignore it, it may just make itself impossible to forget."

She wasn't fazed by his warning. In fact, she seemed to completely glaze over it. She gave him a small smile, it was the best she could offer to console the small man.

"Thank you Glossaryk, but I've got a plan." She closed the book. Sitting on the floor of Marco's room, surrounded by his light cologne, she could almost feel him there with her. "This is his home. I won't take that away from him."