Mabel Shot Part 6
"I'm going to be fine, Macro, it's only twenty days, then it all ends." I smile at him, trying to convey a confidence I don't really have at the moment, but I pretend to for the sake of his worried look. "You were right when you said I was just surviving; I'm exhausted from only doing that in my life. I want to live, Macro. I'm not worried about how I’ll be at the end of this game, I just wish to not be what I am now."
He returns my smile and raises his other hand, gently stroking mine.
"And that’s exactly what worries me. At first, when I got the news, my concern was that you would become even more trapped in pain. But now... now that you’ve said he cared..."
"What’s wrong? Isn’t that normal in your world?" I feel even more lost with Macro.
"Just be careful, alright? I need to figure some things out to try and understand what’s happening before I talk to you about it. The only thing I have left to give you, for now, is some advice." He bites the corner of his mouth, looking at the bump on my wrist and sighing softly. "Avoid waking the jealous side of a dominant master as much as you can. Trust me, you don't want to see him angry."
I look at Macro, feeling lost, unsure if he’s saying this out of concern or if he’s been through it himself. And before I can ask him anything, his phone rings, making him release my wrist. I see his face turn anxious as he pulls the device from his pocket.
"Just a second, I have to take this call," he says, distressed, looking even more troubled by the phone.
"Take your call; I need to get back to work." I stand up, lean forward, and kiss his forehead. "We’ll talk later, okay?"
I smile at Macro as I leave the café, leaving him seated there. I take a deep breath as I cross the street, uncertain if I made the right decision in accepting what that Russian proposed. My eyes drop, and I stare at my wrist, furrowing my brow as I touch the marks.
"What did you get yourself into, Mabel?!" I murmur, distressed, unable to feel the calm I had when I entered the coffe.