“Me too,” Marcus began, once again feeling the full force of the area’s frigid chill as Lucia brought it to his attention; though its effect was diminished somewhat by the warmth Lucia’s presence afforded him.
“We barely ever saw cloudy days, back in Whittree,” he continued wistfully, but let his words trail off as he found himself flooded once more with memories and regrets and everything he missed, instead returning his attention to Lucia’s suggestions for their next destination. He couldn’t think of anything better than being out of the cold, back to a shelter which held no bad memories, away from the realities of the game for just awhile longer.
Marcus nodded quietly as he reprocessed Lucia’s thoughts; he honestly had no cares where they travelled next, so long as Lucia was by his side and they never returned to the haunted hallows of the museum or the sports centre or the daycare. He didn’t know what’d happen if he was forced to return there, his mind drawing nothing but blanks whenever the potential scenario entered it, and that notion alone was enough to send another bitter chill rolling down his spine.
“The theatre sounds wonderful,” he replied warmly, taking Lucia’s hand in his own as he offered her a gentle smile. “Let’s go.”
Giving the beach one last look, Marcus breathed out a sigh that was a cocktail of relief and despair; gladness for having found Lucia, and sadness for leaving the closest to touching home he’d been since waking up.
((Marcus Redder continued in FEAR stands for fuck everything and run