Star Cried In Frustration, Throwing All The Pillows That Lay On Her Bed All Over The Floor Before Reaching The Last One And Burying Her Wet Face Into It. Her Sobs Rung Loudly As She Kept Her Face Buried In The Pillow. "Why Are You Crying? You Should Be Stronger Than This, Star. . ." She Repeated To Herself Over And Over Again In Her Head, Finally Whispering Something To Herself. 

"I Think It's Time. . ." 

Marco Still Sat On His Bed, Feeling Guilty As Ever. He Wanted To Say "I'm So Sorry, Star."  Or, "Star, Please Forgive Me. . ."  But, All He Could Think Of In His Mind Was, "How Are We Going To Make This Work?" He Pictured His Best Friend's Image In His Mind. Hurt, Alone, Scared, Depressed. He Finally Sighed And Whispered To Himself. "It's All My Fault."  It Wasn't That He Wanted To Admit To Star He Was Sorry For Hurting Her. He Didn't Know How. Or Why He Would Need To. In His Mind, He Was Right, Because Star Was Supposed To Be His Best Friend. But, He Never Wanted To Admit To It. "Star. . .I'm So Sorry. . ." Was All He Could Try And Say To Himself. He Couldn't Bear To Tell It To Her, But. He Had To. Marco Bolted Up From His Bed And Knocked On Star's Door. She Wouldn't Answer. He Knocked A Little Harder. "Star? Open Up. . .It's Marco." Still No Answer. He Pounded On The Door This Time, Yelling Her Name. "Star!" The Door Opened Slowly, Eerily, As He Stepped Inside Cautiously, Shaking With Every Step. He Gathered Enough Courage To Yell Out Her Name, Until Realizing. . .

Star Was Gone.