Day 8: (Longer timeskip this time)
It was a Saturday night, Marco had avoided calling Jackie for several days now, he was scared, he didn't know if she was mad at him for his behavior. he wishes he could explain, but he couldn't find the words. his head was laid on the table, and his Father approaches him, with concern. "Son...is something wrong?" Marco sighed.
"Dad...I...I think Jackie may think I'm losing my mind?... I...I might have really screwed things up..." his Father placed on his arm around him, and pulled him close. "Son...I'm very sorry to hear that, I know you've cared about her for a...for a long time. but listen...you have nothing to worry about." Marco raises up his head. "Dad I love you, but right now you're not making sense. how can you say I have nothing to worry about?!" Rafael sighs. "Because real love doesn't die...let me tell you, about when I was your age." Marco groans.
"Oh no..." as Rafael continues. "I had just escaped a relationship I had no desire to be in,