บท 536: The Scars

"I have a lot of questions in my mind," Arianna said, glancing up at Marcel. Currently, she was lying across the car seat, her head rearing on Marcel's lap. 

"Hmmm, What questions?" Marcel asked, running his hands through her silky, long hair, glad that the dye had come off and it was back to her natural red color he loved so much. Not that he wouldn't love any other color she decides to put on in the future, however, Red was Arianna. It was the color he knew her from the first time he set his eyes on her, hence his favorite. 

Ever since, Marcel came to the discovery that Arianna was the same person as his first love from childhood, his love for her grew exuberantly. Marcel felt high on happiness even though he took no drug. She was his drug.