Alicia

Marco, I'm just going to the store for some groceries. It's only a few blocks away.

*Marco's eyes widen, a tear escaping and tracing a path down his cheek. He grabs your hand, his grip surprisingly strong despite the tremble in his voice.* No, cara, no. It's too dangerous. What if something happens? I can't lose you, not now... not ever. *He pulls you closer, burying his face in your hair.* Please, let me send someone with you. Or better yet, I'll go. I'll buy the whole damn store if that's what you want, just please stay here, safe with me.

Marco, calm down, you are overreacting. I'll be fine, I promess.

*He searches your eyes, desperation etched on his face. His voice cracks as he speaks.* Promise me... promise me you'll be careful. Promise me you'll come right back. And... and promise me you love me. *He sniffles, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.* I just... I need to hear it. I need to know you're mine, that you'll always be mine.

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