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I opened my eyes. I was still in my house, but surrounded by people with wounds and pale skin. "(f/n)?" I heard from behind me. I turned around to see Mark, standing there. I felt the back of my head to feel a wound. I'm dead. This is the spirit world. The place we go before we move on. I got up and I grabbed Mark's hand. "Why are you not moved on yet?" I asked. "Because I wanted to wait to move on with the love of my life," He answered. I smiled as we kissed. Slowly our bodies began to evaporate into the air. We're moving on and finally disappearing into oblivion. With that, we were gone, but finally we were at piece. We were happy. In the end, I finally realized that the risk of love is loss, the price of loss is grief, but the pain of grief is only a shadow when compared with the pain of never risking love.
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The Risks Of Being Lovers (Markiplier x Reader)
FanfictionMarriage enters (F/N)'s life but drama never leaves. This time Betrayal bites her as she learns why it's important not to trust the internet. Will they make it out of this one or will they fall down trying? (Third Book of The Risks series)
