[IM VERY NERVOUS PUBLISHING THIS! I feel like people have been looking forward to why mark did what he did and this starts to explain (goes more indepth later.... Im just afraid to dissapoint.]
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SIXTEEN: Mark
I sat in the passenger seat fiddling with the knobs on the radio dial as Jim drove us back home. I settled on a station playing Bittersweet Life by My Favorite Highway. I hummed along with the tune and tried to take my mind off of my hand, which was still waiting for the painkillers to sink in. I turned my thoughts instead to the new task I had been presented with by Jim, winning Kendall back. It would obviously be difficult, going by her reactions over the past few days. She had panicked when I almost kissed her, snubbed me when I tried to make amends, and when I saw her she looked like she had wanted to puke. Those aren't the most promising signs. On the other hand, she had said she had missed me, she had hugged me back today, and she had after all come out to dinner with me despite everything else.
Even though I had tried to stifle the thought it still crept into my mind. What if I failed? Could I really live a life without Kendall? "I never should have let her go in the first place," I muttered to myself.
"What did you say," Jim asked.
"Nothing," I covered as we pulled into the garage.
Jim parked the car and I got out and went inside. I took off my sports coat and tossed it onto the chair in the den. I sat down for a minute still contemplating what I felt I had to do. "Have you ever thought what this will do to her? You all the sudden sweeping in again and changing her whole life plan, again," my conscience asked me. "Do you really think that you can just come in and break up an engagement?"
I shook the thoughts out of my consciousness and stood up leaving the den, hoping to leave the unforgiving truthful voice behind as well. I went through the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water, and headed upstairs. When I walked in my room, I headed straight over to my nightstand that contained the haunted remnants of the past relationship Kendall and I had shared. I pulled out the box and sifted through the objects trying to reassure myself that what I was doing was for the best. I came across the picture of Kendall and I at Coney Island in New York City. I had taken her to New York for her birthday and she had insisted on going to Coney Island while we were there.
(FLASHBACK)
"Come on try to have fun, this could be the only time you ever get to come here," Kendall laughed back at me as she ran up ahead to the cotton candy stand.
"I know but seriously its the middle of November, this place isn't exactly a fall hotspot," I replied.
"Live a little," she smiled at me as she offered up a feathery clump of cotton candy.
"I live plenty." I opened my mouth letting her stuff the pink fluffy treat in my mouth. It melted on my tongue leaving a strong sugary taste behind. Kendall reached up and brushed a missed sugar flake off the corner of my lips.
"Ferris wheel?" she asked me, her hazel eyes shining with a smile.
"Alright, Ferris wheel it is," I laughed.
She took my hand in hers and intertwined our fingers. As we walked across the boardwalk over to the Ferris wheel of the park I looked down at Kendall and couldn't help but smile. She was like a little kid, eating her cotton candy and swinging our hands back and forth. I stopped walking and just looked at her. "What?" she asked, obviously curious as to why I was staring at her. I just leaned down and kissed her. Her lips tasted of cotton candy and they smiled as they were pressed against mine. Our hands broke apart and she wrapped hers around the back of my neck pulling me in closer.
