Almost You

Patching Up

Chapter 48

Patching Up

Katelyn's P.O.V.

I followed the echoing sounds of footsteps pounding down the empty hallway. A retreating figure was barely visible as it made its way to who knows where.

I squinted in the bright lights, trying to focus my not-so-perfect vision. But hell, it was a whole lot better then wearing glasses.

The sound of my heels clicked against the stony quiet, rushing to catch up to Mark. I kept my eyes trained on the leather-clad back.

"Mark!" I called out, desperately trotting in my beloved, gorgeous pumps. Lets take this moment to appreciate their beauty.

No matter how beautiful, they were a challenge to chase in. Sighing, I slipped them off. I ran barefoot across the hallway, firmly holding my stunning shoes by the heel.

Mark still had his back to me. There was no way that he couldn't of heard my call, I huffed in frustration.

"Marcus." I said firmly, once I was only an arms length away. Truly, I didn't even know if that was his real name or not, it just made me sound more authoritative.

He crashed through the first set of doors, and I followed. I put my arm on his shoulder before he could reach the last set of doors that lead to the outside world.

"Mark." I said through gritted teeth, spinning him around to face him.

His pale brown eyes met mine. The stern words stopped themselves and snaked back down my throat. The shocking, powerful emotions welling up in his eyes was took me off my guard.

His hand lifted from where they had been stuffed inside his black jean pocket, and ran it through his thick, brown hair.

I didn't know what to say. I'm not the best... With dealing with emotional situations. My eyes never left his, and his never strayed from mine.

I opened my mouth, trying to urge something out. But Mark's finger to my lips hushed me.

"Don't. Don't tell me it's all gonna be alright. I can't... I can't deal with that right now." Mark said in a pained voice, thick with emotion.

Honestly, I wasn't going to have said that. I probably would have word-vomited some random, awkward shit.

So what else could've I done? I suck at these things. Mark showing me pure emotions was something shocking. He knew this too. He was vulnerable, and he needed me.

His hands found my face fast, crashing his mouth down to mine.

I threw my arms around his neck, dropping the forgotten heels behind his back. I didn't even hear them fall to the ground, I was too lost in him.

It was hot, and desperate, and passionate. And I completely understood his emotion that he poured into the kiss.

Actions speak louder then words. Especially, those awkward words that had been thankfully avoided.

We parted, looking into each others eyes. Don't get me wrong, not in the magical, romantic way. But the kind of trance was like a silent conversation. My arms never left from around his shoulders.

Marks head buried into my shoulder, tightening his grip around my waist. I almost second-guessed the situation. Mark was... Hugging me?

What in the world? This was crazy! My heart warmed suddenly, spreading warthm throughout me. So long for just thinking Mark would never change, and just letting him be. But here he was, hugging me dearly, like I would run away at any moment.