I Love You, So Much...Till Death

Time Will Heal Wounds

We rely on time to work, play and succeed. But most of all, you need time to heal the wounds you will face. - Gunique (me)

Mark's P.O.V

I was shattered by the news upon us. We lost our sign of love and more importantly, we lost a part of our selves. I wish that this could just be a dream, an illusion or something. But I guess in the end, I have to accept the fact that our child is gone. We got everything done before we could leave the hospital. As we left, we realised that it was just going to be the two of us. Just two. I started the car and sighed at our new reality. I looked over at Georgia who lowered her eyes in sadness, a smile non-existent before setting off to go home.

This will take a little bit of time for Georgia to recover, especially since the little human being had started growing inside of her. I am going to be okay, I'm just worried about Georgia. I'm scared that she will do anything that could create an episode. I don't want to lose her again. I have lost her too many times and I can't bear to lose her one more time.

"Mark?" Georgia muttered
"Yes?"
"Was this my fault?"
"What, what do you mean?"
"I was carrying the child and I was responsible for anything that happened in my stomach, so that means that it was my fault, right?"
"No, of course it was not your fault! We just got unlucky"
"Unlucky? Unlucky. Right, yeah that works considering that babies happen by chance!!"
"Georgia, you now that miscarriage is natural. Maybe this is supposed to happen. Maybe it's not the right time to have kids"
"...I just wanted everything to be okay"
"I know you do. Trust me, positivity is a unique trait of yours. I know that you will recover from this tragedy and become a happy person who will always smile and laugh"

Georgia looked at me with a smile and her face brightened up from the gloom she was in consumed in.

"You see" I pointed out "There's your trademark. There is the smile people love to see every day. And you know that it is the one sign that you are happy. Truly happy"

Georgia looked out the window while I kept on driving. We eventually reached the house and we entered, with a little more positivity than before. Georgia walked somewhere while I walked to recharge my phone in the kitchen. It wasn't long before I heard Georgia cry. I went over to where she was. She was in our room where the blood was stained onto our pure white sheets. I held Georgia's hand and she looked at me with sadness. She had very few tears but her pain was obvious.

I held her in my arms and proceeded to take her into the living room. At least Felix, Marzia and Jack have left LA. They will be doing something so that also gives us time to heal. More importantly, it gives Georgia time to heal her dark wounds.

Georgia's P.O.V

Mark stared into my eyes while I dried up the tears running down my face.

"I'll clean up the mess in the bedroom. You can do something else while I am doing that. Okay?" Mark said
"Okay" I answered

He gave me a kiss on the forehead and walked away. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and went onto my social media. I haven't been in the comment section for a while. I should probably check to see what they are saying. I opened up a Markiplier video and paused it to scroll through the comments of that video. I expected disgust, hate, teasing like the others days. But this time, it was way different to what I expected.

'Will Gunique do a collab with Mark again?'
'Mark and Gunique have such a cute friendship'
'I'm curious to why Mark is so protective of Gunique. What's her real name?'

I smiled at these positive comments and replied to the three I read.

'Hopefully a collab could be done'
'Mark and I get on well'
'That's what friends do'

I say friends because Mark and I didn't want to say that we were dating in case crazy fan girls call the police and get him arrested or a restraining order against me. I actually have been taking off the engagement ring when either of us are on camera so it doesn't raise suspicion. However, my mind got consumed into the darkness as I rubbed my stomach. In which there was no child to grow. Time will heal my wounds.

But in that time, I need a few days from Mark. But I swear that this will be the final time. I just need to breathe and not let my emotions get to my future. I didn't die the way I wanted to because I didn't explain why I chose to die. In a way, suicide is the best death because you get to decide when you die.

Not a drunk driver.

Not a murderer.

Not anyone else.

Just me and me alone.

I saw Mark come back and he his smile dropped when he saw my dull face.

"Sweetheart what's wrong?" He asked
"I need some time away from you" I stated
"Why? What for?"
"To heal from losing the baby. Please, I just feel that I will go crazy on you if I stay any longer. Who knows what I could end up doing to you"
"I need you Georgia. I need you with me. I don't want to lose you again. I want to save you if you decide to fall. I want to catch you. I love you, so much"
"I know you do. Multiple times. Through vision and through voice"
"Also through touch. Our baby was the proof of how much I love you"
"What if I can never have a child?"
"If we can't, we adopt. Just remember that I will always love you for you. So, will you stay?"
"Okay then"
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Aww, Time will heal wounds. Get it? Thanks and Smilies!