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Chapter Eight

Mary opened her eyes slightly, and saw a gun being held close to Marshall.

"You'd die for her?" Charlie asked. Marshall nodded, determined.

"I'd do anything for Mary," he muttered. The men laughed, and the gun went off. Mary used her last bit of energy to grab Marshall's foot, tripping him. He fell to the ground, but the bullet missed him.

"Marshall," she panted, "Did it hit you?" He shielded her once more.

"I'm fine, Mary, I need to protect you, not the other way around," he hissed. Mary grabbed his gun and shot the men in the chest without hesitation.

"That's all you had to do," she told him. He checked their pulses.

"Dead, they're both dead, Mary." He said, picking her up, "We need to get you to a hospital." He grabbed his car keys from Charlie's pocket and headed out the door, placing her in the back seat.

"You're going to be fine, Mary, ok? I promise," he sped out towards where he was pretty sure was a highway.

"Marshall, thank you, for what you said, about doing anything for me," she whispered, "I don't deserve a friend like you."

"I meant every word of it, Mar, I really do care about you, even though we act immature about it," he said quietly.

"If I don't make it through this, Marshall, you have to know that I love you," she said, before blacking out again. He was her only true friend, the only person she relied on in the whole world; he couldn't possibly let her down. He loved her too, and he wanted her to know it. He sped faster down the freeway, an overwhelming sense of urgency empowering him.


Mary's eyes fluttered open. She was in a hospital room, with tubes coming from her in almost every direction. Marshall was asleep next to her, his hand over hers.

"Marshall," she said, shaking him gently. He stirred in his sleep, and the first things he saw were Mary's eyes.

"I love you Marshall," she admitted, "There, I said it, now you can go back to sleep. He shook his head.

"I don't want to wake up from this dream," he said honestly. She rolled her eyes, leaning forward. She kissed him, something she'd wanted to do for a long time, now that she thought about it.

The letters weren't all that important to her. Her father was, and once he knew Mary was safe, he disappeared again. She had Marshall now, and that was all she needed.

The end. Not how I would've wanted it to end, but I had to end the story, its been like 2 months and I completely forgot about it!! Love you guys! Thanks for reading.