Mark's parents drive both of you to the airport.
"You two be careful there, ok?" Mrs. Tuan's a bit worried sending off his son.
"Mom, don't worry. I'm not a kid anymore," Mark complains as she tries to pull him into a hug. His cheeks redden when people look their way.
"Do you have protection?" His dad whispers, making him blush even more.
"You're embarrassing me, dad."
You just watch them, envious of how happy they look. Suddenly, you miss the family you once had. You look away as tears start at the brim of your eyes. He's just too perfect for you.
"I'm sorry about that," Mark says after saying his goodbyes.
You just nod and smile weakly.
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The resort is picturesque...straight out of a magazine. The chalet is just divine. Phoebe's dad was generous enough to let you use it for four days.
You both enter the beautiful house with your mouths open with awe. "Perfect," you hear yourself say.
Mark's arms go around your waist and he rests his chin on your shoulder. "Wonderful."
You spend the rest of the day walking around the house, admiring the scenery of snow capped mountains around. You have to enjoy this. This would be your last vacation together.
As night falls, after having a hearty dinner in one of the nearby restaurants, you sit on bed with Mark. He takes something out of his bag. It looks like a small box, but you can't be sure since he is hiding it in his palm.
He then faces you and takes both your hands.
"Babe, this may not happen in the nearest future. I just can't wait to tell you this."
Your eyebrow shoot up and your heart beats faster.
"You know I love you, right?"
"Uh-huh!"
"I won't ever leave you. You should know that by now. I will always stay by your side."
Tears start forming again as you realize what he's about to say.
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Cold Hearts - Mark Tuan fanfic
ФанфикHigh School is never easy. But, for you and Mr. Cool Guy, it is. You're at the peak of your popularity. All guys are after you, all girls envy you. You're the head of the cheerleading squad plus you're father is a multi-millionaire. But, at the las...