What Life Would That Be? (Markiplier x Reader)

chapter 36

*Mark's POV*

I went to the hall closet to put the game away. I set the box up on the high shelf and something fell on the floor. It was a book. When it fell it opened up to a page. I decided to read it.

The love I have is like a drug and without me being near my drug, even for a second, causes me to go through withdrawal. Giving me physical and emotional pain. But when I get it back it's like I'm discovering it all over again. Discovering the heaven of the mortal life. Gaining the other half of me. My one true love.

"What'cha reading?" (y/n) tilts her head to the side.

"This book that fell." I close it and look at the cover. Its a hard back black leather book.

"Those are just thoughts that i would write down at random moments."

"Why haven't you showed me this before?"

"Well i havent really used it for a while."

"What did you write this about?"

I give her the book amd she reads her beautiful handwriting.

"Oh. That one was about my love for music, but now that i reread it, it fits the way i feel about you perfectly."

She looks up at me and smiles. I smile back.

"Your way with words is amazing. You should write a book."

She laughs. "Yeah, and it could be a Markiplier and (yt/n) fanfiction." She laughs harder.

I chuckle. "Im serious though. You should."

"No. That'll take too much work and time. I could write a poem here and there, but i dont know."

"Well if you do, please, let me read it." I take the book the book and put it away.

"No. Maybe i could write my poems in there."

I hand it back to her. She smiles and takes it, puting it in her pocket.

'Wow. I found out more and more about this girl everyday. The more i found out the more i love her.'

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I notice (y/n) write something in her book.

"What are you writing?"

"Nothing." She quickly shuts her book and holds it against her chest.

"What is it?" I ask smiling and raising an eyebrow.

"N-nothing."

"Ok, fine." I turn around and walk away, but quickly turn back around and snatch the book away from her.

I open it up to see a heart and my name in cursive in the middle of it.
I look at her to see her blushing and looking at the floor.

"Im bored ok. Don't judge me. It started out as just a line and...yeah."

I close the book and walk over to her. "I would never judge you." She looks up me, her cheeks are bright red.
"Besides this is really cute. Its like when you have a crush on someone in middle school and you just write their name everywhere."

She snatches the book away from me. "No it's not. I never did that."

"Really? You lie."

She looks me straight in the eye. "I swear. All i cared about was school. All i wanted was to get the best grade possible. It's what i had to do, what i neeeded to do." She looked at the floor. "To please my parents."

"Really? Why?"

"They knew i was smart so they olny wanted me to get A's, which wasnt that easy. So that's the only thing i could focus on."

"How come you never talked about your parents?"

"Because that's just something i dont talk about. Like how you dont talk about religion with friends. It's just something i dont do."

"Do you still have parents?"

"Only my mom. My dad died in a car accident when i was 17."

"Wow. Im sorry."

"No it's perfectly fine. Can we change the subject?"

"Oh yeah, uh so you never had crushes or anything?"

"Well yeah, I'm human, i have feeling, i just never acknowledged them. You're a-actual my first boyfriend."

"Really? How could i be your first? You are so....wow."

She laughs. "Well it's because i ways going to go to college so i just wanted to focuse on school. I had a scholarship and everything, but my dream job was offering internship so i took it. Plus no one ever asked me out or anything. Maybe i gave of that 'no i dont want to' vibe." She chuckles.

"Well ma'lady I'm truly honored to be your first." I bow.

"And only," she replied causing me to blush.

I look at her and smile. "How did i get so lucky?"

"I wonder that too."

"Oh i said that out loud?"

She giggles and nods.

"Well I'm lucker than you."

"Oh you are are you?"

"Why yes i am. I do not deserve someone as beautiful and talented and smart and funny as you. I am not worthy of my dream that has become a reality. Even though i have wished upon every star for it. A simple man like me does not deserve to gaze upon such as goddess as you. You are more beautiful than Aphrodite, have more strength than Athena. You are everything I am not. You are my other half, and i do not deserve to be whole."

"But if i didnt have you i would not be whole either. Therefore, you are meant to be with me. That way we do not wonder the earth as half a soul trying to find something meaningless to fill the empty void. You do deserve me as i you. We deserve every lasting happiness, everlasting love. Only few get to experience this so we should be greatful instead of put yourselves down for not being good enough. We are good enough, if we weren't we would have this, of which we share together as two halves."

"Holy crap. We are Shakespeare now."

She laughs. "No. We're just speaking what our hearts have felt. And since they themselves do not have mouths we must interpretate it for them. Just like how a drunk person speaks the truth, we did the same, even though we are sober."

"Wow. I guess love is powerful."