Endless meet ups, time and money spent on one another and yet there's still not a label to spare— Just when will you two stop playing this game?

Marley's been suppressing the urge to have a conversation with you about this matter for so long now, he never thought he'll snap today.

"Just what—" He sighs as he holds your hand tightly. "Just what am i to you?" He asks.

"Answer me." He insists, looking you straight in the eyes, trying to find the answer based on your expression alone.