In the dark of night, Mark silently slipped through the quiet streets of Bythorne County, his dull grey eyes scanning the unfamiliar surroundings as he made his way to Cesar's house. The weight of his scars and the void that covered half his face felt heavier than usual as he approached the familiar place where his best friend lived.

Entering the house with a combination of caution and hope, Mark found his way to Cesar's room and stood there for a moment, the silence thick around him. With a heavy heart and a mix of emotions swirling within him, Mark made his way to the edge of Cesar's bed and sat down, waiting for his friend to wake.

As he sat there in the shadows, the silver rosary around his scarred neck glinting slightly in the moonlight filtering through the window, Mark couldn't help but feel a pang of longing and sadness at the sight of his unconscious friend. Memories flooded his mind, memories of the times when things were simpler, when he wasn't this twisted, scarred being.

He knew he had to be patient, to wait for Cesar to wake up and see him sitting there. Mark's heart raced with anticipation and dread, unsure of how his friend would react to his monstrous appearance. But deep down, he hoped for understanding, for acceptance, for a chance to find some form of redemption in the eyes of the one person who mattered most to him.

And so, Mark sat there in the darkness, his scarred and half-gone face turned towards Cesar, waiting for the moment when their eyes would meet, when their paths would finally cross again after so long. The weight of his past and his present existence bore down on him, but in that moment, all he could do was wait, his heart heavy with longing for the friendship that once was, and the hope for a future that may never come.