"Marcelo, what are you carrying Marcelo? What are you doing? Marcelo, Marcelo, Marcelo!" Marcelo ignored her and focused on writing his farewell letter. Kharl got up from the bed completely naked; the bedsheet rolled down slowly to unveil her clear glittery yellow skin as she walked off the wooden casted bed, towards Marcelo. "Marcelo, why are you whimpering? I thought we talked about this last night, my dear? You said you are calm with everything that has happened, right?" Marcelo pulled off his lumber jacket and began to wipe off tear drops from his eyes. Kharl grabbed the jacket from him and wiped off physical pains from his face. "Talk to me, Marcelo. I oblige you to talk to me, Marcelo.." She muffled as tears rolled down her cheeks.  
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