I remembered how I’d refused to skip class on Wednesday, too afraid to be away from him for too long, and substituting my lack of sleep with caffeine and energy drinks. I didn’t hear a single word of the astronomy lecture that day, constantly turning around to make sure Marco was still alive and well behind me. And every time I did, I was almost too afraid to; I was scared I would only see one eye staring back at me instead of two, glazed over with death.

From chapter 5 of Like a drum (Jean’s POV)

No podía parar de imaginarme a Jean girándose una y otra vez, asustado, y a Marco sonriendole para tranquilizarlo aun sin tener ni puta idea de que coño le pasaba.