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Song Of The Day : One Last Time by Ariana Grande

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"Mark did you take your books? What about your clothes? You have the keys to your dormitory, don't you? Did you keep the photos you took of your mother? Take care of them, or else I'll have your head in a platter. Oh and by the way, did you take your set of keys to our house? I gave one to you, the other one to Cadence and one set of keys I have kept it in the porch near the vase of roses. So in case you or Cade want to come home to get some of your stuff, and you have forgotten your keys, you know where the spare ones are," my father keeps on ranting and Mark nods his head occasionally, trying to save himself from the public embarrassment he is receiving from my dad's little lecture. So right now we three are at the airport, greeting Mark goodbye as he is heading to his college in Manchester. Apparently, my father was giving a last time prep talk to Mark. A few minutes ago, a group of some girls saw my dad lecturing Mark and giggled, saying something along the lines of 'he's so adorable, listening to his father's instructions.' Basically, Mark had heard it too, and his already scarlett colored face turned crimson red as he looked all the more embarrassed. And at the moment, I couldn't hold my laughter in as I bursted out laughing. Mark just scowled at me while dad shot me a disapproving glance.

"Yes dad," said a red-faced, embarrassed Mark.

"And don't get laid way too much. We don't want some STD on legs," he said and I knew he meant it as a joke. I couldn't hold it in me much longer and I doubled over, laughing. Mark seeing my happy-go-lucky expression, got happy, I can say that because he was fighting to keep the smile off his face. He straightened up and scowled at me before turning to dad and glared at him.

"Dad!"

"Okay, okay. I'm just looking out for you, you know. I'm just worried. Because you don't have some parental guidance here. I'm going for two months, so you are the closest thing Cadence has as a guardian. Wouldn't want you getting sick now, do we? And also because I love you, I don't want you getting into trouble. Focus on your studies and also don't forget to take acre of yourself. I have given you enough cash for these two months and also you have your credit and debit cards," my father explained or in other words, continued his rant-lecture.

A few minutes on and my father was finally done with lecturing Mark. Mark finally turned to me, his expression vulnerable. His eyes turning glossy with a new set of unshed tears. Without saying anything, he crushed me in his arms, a bone crushing hug surrounding me.

"Can't breathe," I choked out. His weight was literally crushing me and the fact that he is all muscular and weighs a ton, doesn't help. Immediately, Mark pulled back, his face apologetic.

"Call me if you need anything. Anything at all. Don't think that just because of my college, I won't be able to come visit you. I'm going to visit you every weekend. You get it? Every weekend. And God! I'm going to miss you terribly," he said sighing as he again pulled me in a bear hug. I eagerly hugged him back, missing the feeling of home I get from him, just yet.

"Yes, Mark. You shouldn't be worried about me. Worry about yourself. I have Caleb and Hailey's family here. You're alone there. I'm going to miss you so much, you have no idea, Mark," I said quietly into his ears, almost soothingly.

A few minutes later, we are all done with the greetings and after hugging for one last time, we pull away. Mark's starts walking towards the direction of the security, but not before giving us one last lingering glance. I smile at him, trying to keep him motivated, as I held the tears at bay. He gives us a small sad smile, before disappearing in the mob of people, who were all embarking on their different journeys of life, giving rise to new chapters of their lives.