Stay With Me (Markimash)

Chapter Seventeen: Proudly Together

Mark's POV

Thousands of viewers awed, and cooed while hundreds of cameras flashed. I pulled away, leaving Aaron to catch hid breath, gasping for air, anxiously hyperventilating.
Why did I do that?
People stared as I just froze in place, not able to comprehend another response but before I knew it, Aaron ran out of the room holding his head down and avoiding cameras.
"Mark!" a voice called as my attention was pulled to Bob who was waving his hand in front of my face, "you need to go get him."
Nodding, still not able to create words, I rushed in the direction Aaron ran, through the door, and stopping in front of the bathroom. Inside, I could hear a man crying, presumably my boyfriend so I ran in immediately.
Looming over the sink, cupping his tear-soaked face was a familiar man, turning to see me as I entered the cold room.
"M-Mark, I-" he stuttered as I clasped his cheek with my right hand, "What about them?"
I sighed, "Aaron, it's fine. It just means less people will be surprised about the video."
The solemn look on his face shone a sad smile while he coughed and caught his breath.
"What did they say, what about the hate?" He asked, pivoting to look ahead, sight aimed at the mirror that told a story. A wonderful story of two men, hopelessly in love, one scared to death, and the other attempting to show strength, determined to risen his lover's spirits but in reality, being as terrified as the other.
"The hate doesn't matter," I whispered, calmingly as I leaned down and pecked his cheek, "what matters is that I love you."
Aaron grinned brightly and turned back to me, kissing my lips gently.
"I love you too, Mark," he chuckled as footsteps approached and the door behind us erupted open, revealing three accustomed faces.
"Hey, guys," Bob sighed, glad to have found us, "the panel is almost over."
Aaron and I shared glances before I breathed in deeply, exhaling, and hollering over the silence.
"Let's do this!"
We all entered the room one by one while the crowd erupted with applause.
Following the end of the line was a loving couple, holding hands tightly, Aaron and I smiled at the uproar. Being handed the mic, I shakily began to answer the question on all minds.
"Markimash is official!" I yelled, raising our clasped hands in the air above us as the encore grew vigorous, "And I love him desperately!"

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