Feeling Differences - Markiplier x Reader

-Chapter 10- "Remember?"

August 23rd, 2015

5:13 PM

Mark's P.O.V.

I walk around my apartment, looking for my headphones. I swear I've put them somewhere in my room, but still didn't see a thing. As I walk out of my room, I see (Y/N) sitting on the couch in the living room, with a eroded scrapbook. She kept smiling, and it also seemed like talking to herself as well. I was slightly curious what she was looking at, so I swept my feet off of the wooden floor, walking towards her.

I sit down, seeing her look at me with a little smile. "Hey Mark." She says. "Hey (your nickname), whatcha looking at?" She shrugs, continuing to look at the scrapbook. "Old family photos of mine." She points to a young-looking girl with a pink dress, "I don't think I've ever shown you a picture of my sister yet... uhm... that's her." I smile, replying, "She's beautiful. Just like you." She giggled, nodding as she turned the page. She kept telling me how this photo came to be, and how another was discovered. We looked through all the pages, except one. I was so curious, I asked her about it. "(Y/N), you skipped a page. Can I look at it?" She seemed hesitant when the words came out of my mouth. "Uh..." She sat there silent. I tilted my head; "Whats wrong?" "I... I can't." She murmured. "...Can't what?" I ask quietly. "I... can't say no. ...Um... yes... you can." I turn to the page slowly, seeing a newspaper clipping. A newspaper clipping from the same year her sister died... I looked at her, and then looked back at the dusty words. "(Y/N)... How did you find this? This is from '02..." "My mom threw it away while I was moving in with you... I got it out from the trash... I..." She couldn't finish, and let out a distressed whimper. She then started to cry, covering her face. I moved closer to her and hugged her. "I... I'm sorry... I'm s-so disgusting!" She was crying in my arms now, and I replied with, "...No, I understand (Y/N). You wanted to have a piece to remember." I leaned myself back up so now I was staring at her red face stroked with tears. I put my hands on both of her shoulders, "You need something better to remember her. Like, a photo of her in a special place. Better then a scrapbook." I wiped her tears away with my thumb, and hugged her tightly again. I leaned back out, and said, "Let's go find a frame to put the photo of you and her in. Okay?" She nodded, making us both get up from the couch.

We went to the office to go scurry through the boxes that we didn't unbox since we've moved in with Cyndago. We opened them up, and started looking. I found the perfect one in a flash, it was perfect! I then got up and went into (Y/N) and I's bedroom. We hanged it up on (Y/N)'s side of the bed. We also found a picture of her mom, dad, and her old dog (Dog name)... so we put those up too.

I wanted to do this because... I knew (Y/N) had been through a lot of death and heartbroken. I've recently lost Charlie (MARK'S DOG), so I put a photo of him up, along with my dad.

But yes, I wanted to do this for (Y/N). She's special to me, my girlfriend. My cute, little gamer girlfriend. I love you, (Y/N). I always will... no matter what. Even if one of us dies- we'll be together in each others hearts. If we break up (which probably won't happen)- I will still be her bestest friend. No matter what (Y/N), I will still love you.