True colors

ARYA’S POV I looked up through blurred vision to see Marco standing a few feet away. "Marco?” I cleared my throat and tried again. “What are you doing here?” "You weren't answering your phone. I got worried." He moved closer, crouching down beside the bench. "What happened? Where's your friend?" I shook my head, the tears coming again. "She's not coming." The words broke on a sob. "I don't know why but she won't answer.” "Oh, Arya." Marco pulled me into his arms, careful not to disturb Dante. "I'm so sorry. Come on. Let's get you home." I shook my head again. “Let’s wait a while. Maybe she’ll-“ “It’s been hours already, Arya.” He gently cut me off and there was something pitiful in his eyes. “If she was coming, you would have seen her hours ago.” My gaze fell to Dante who was now blinking at me with open curiosity. I looked down at my phone where my message was still staring at me unread. What the hell is going on, Cherry? I wanted to ask but my voice was suddenly gone. “Come on.”