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Marcus looked at her, eyes narrowed, before he threw his head back in laughter. "I haven't even told my brothers...why would I tell you?"
Marcus continued to laugh and drink for a few minutes more until he recomposed himself and put the bottle aside. He was done with it...amazingly.

He begun to take calmer, more collected breaths. He stood up, sighing a sigh of reluctance.
"Come on...walk with me...I'll tell you what you need to know."
Marcus had figured that if he was mistaking Elle for Susannah, that it was a sign that he needed to move on and release his secrets...some of them at least.

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"So what do I do?" John said said to noone in particular with at slight laugh. "I could be wrong but Marcus you might not want to tell me whatever your gonna say. If you don't that's fine I suppose I could just to talk to one of your friends here or something. Or practice firing my gun since you seemed to love that last time." He said the last sentence sarcastically and waited for anyone to respond.

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"Sorry pal...but I gotta leave you out. Talk to William, he'll give you something to do."

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"Come here boy...I may just have a use for you after all." William indeed did...secrets of his own would blossom.

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Elle hid the smile that crossed her lips, and followed Marcus as he spoke to her. Yes, she did deserve to know who Susannah was. Why? Because he was mistaking her for being this girl. Whoever she was.

"Okay then, now..." She let out a deep breath and waited for an explaination, or something.

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"So William wasn't? The way you said that sounded like you have some work for me to do and if it is and especially if I don't get payed I probably won't do it. I don't care that you're a bandit or anything like that I won't do what I don't wanna do. But if you just wanna talk then that's fine with me. So what is it?" He said very confident the whole time. Let's see what happens this looks like it's gettin' more and less interesting in some ways and I hope I can just relax most of the time.

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Marcus took a deep breath of his own to steady himself.
He looked at Elle as he spoke, he found her to be quite comforting.
"Susannah...was an old love of mine. We first met when I was fifteen, it was like we had fallen in love instantly. We'd both sworn our love for one and other countless times, telling each other that we'd never leave and we'd run away to be together.

The only problem was...she was a rich girl, and I was poor. We were going to skip town, stow away on a train. But her parents, they locked her away in her room and sent some men to come after me. I was 17 at this point, I could fire a gun, so I was able to fight the men off.
I came to her house the next morning, looking to take her by force and get her away from the town. Only then could we love properly.

But, that was the worst day of my life. Susannah had killed herself in the night. Believing I was dead and that her own life was pointless. Her wrists were all cut up...there....there was blood everywhere."

This was where Marcus (understandably) had the most trouble recounting his tale.
He paused for a moment, wiping tears from his eyes. Ten years on and it still pained him like a bullet or stab wound.

He began again, "She was the most beautiful thing on the earth...I loved her more than life itself. She made me feel like someone, not just a pathetic kid trying to make a buck. I never forgot her and I always pray for her. If god wants to make it up to me...he could at least make her as happy in death as she made me in life."

What Marcus wouldn't say was that he still had that note, Susannah's suicide note, addressed to him and only him.
The final three words on it striking pain in his heart, the words: Sorry, my Love.

"That's...that's it, my story."

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A lamp flickered a distance away, and Elle watched it from the corner of her eye, listening intently to Marcus's story. He hadn't told anyone this before. She felt ecstatic and sad at the same time. His story was one of a love lost, and Susannah seemed like a lovely girl. Elle blinked back the tears she felt swelling up in her eyes. Sad things always made her cry; she was mush. Being such an emotional person meant she couldn't hold any pain. And although she'd never met this Susannah, she felt like she'd known her the entire time that Marcus talked about her.

He spoke such fond words of the woman that he once, and still loved. His brothers, the men he called his family hadn't even heard of Susannah, and Elle felt touched that he would tell it to her. His wall was definatly down. It was down so that he could explain to her why he had broken down. He'd mistaken her for Susannah, so the reason he'd told her was obvious. Still, she was oblivious to the fact that she actually looked like Susannah.

"I'm...so sorry, Marcus." Elle's voice was a hushed tone, as if someone was watching and she was afraid they would hear. Or as if she was scared, even hurt. Although she wasn't, she felt connected to this woman, and now she was standing next to the man she'd loved the most. "Not every fairy tale ends perfectly. I'm sorry yours was one that unfourtunatly didn't." Nervously, she pulled forward all of her hair, and traced her fingers through it, pulling it from her left shoulder, back to her right. Was there a possibility that she'd actually known Susannah? The thought crossed her mind as she opened her mouth to speak, morphing her sentence completely. "Have you- Wait, did Susannah, live...Where did she live?" She felt horrible to make him feel the pain and remember her, but it was simply; she needed to know. Elle bit her bottom lip, and a silence broke out between them, for what seemed like centuries, if only a few seconds.

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Marcus looked up at her, curiosity crossing his tear-stained face. Though he didn't like to remember, she deserved to know.
"Not too far from here...a couple of town's over. New Springs that's what the place was called. It must be about 50 miles from here."
Marcus looked back down at the ground, even there Susannah's face was there, looking at him with her beautiful face.
"Why do you want to know?"

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