S̶h̶i̶t̶ Storm | M.F. & P.L.

S̶h̶i̶t̶ Storm

"Mark, calm the fuck down"

"He took y-you away from me!" Mark screamed at me.

We were in a parking lot, night time, and Mark was having an extreme meltdown. Phil was held at gun point with his hands up.

"It doesn't have to be this way Mark!" He glanced over at me then returned his eyes to Phil who was now starting to cry silently.

"I-I'm sorry, M-Mark; I never meant any h-harm" Phil stuttered.

I considered pouncing Mark and knocking the gun out of his hand, but guessing the possible outcomes, I wasn't risking getting anyone killed anymore than they might possibly be already.

"Mark, seriously, put the goddamn gun down!"

More tears were coming down Mark's already wet face.

He lowered the gun and cried.

I ran over to Phil and hugged him like never before. I grasped my hands tightly into his hair and breathed heavily into his neck.

"No! Mark! Wait!" I hear Phil scream, letting go of me.

I turned around frantically to see Mark raising the gun once again, but to his own head.

"I-I'm sorry" Mark said softly.

I ran over to him and jumped onto him.

Bang.

The gun went off.

It was too late.

>>> ten months earlier<<<

As sick as I am of Mark's bullshit, I still love him.
I love recording videos with him, we live together, and are a happy couple but I can't help but feel a small void between us sometimes.

I get that every relationship has problems and whatnot, but this small void can force the worst out of us both. We have had more arguments this past month than in our entire relationship. We have been dating for almost two years now and everyone says we make a great couple, but it's not up to them to say if we will or will not stay together.

"Hey babe, will you get me a bottle of water?" Mark called out to me from the living room.

"Yeah, sure." I grabbed a bottle and tossed it over to him while he was on the couch playing 'Fall Out 4'.

Mark, a few months back, went to the hospital and the doctors said that he can't drink alcohol at all anymore, so I still find it slightly strange when Mark asks for a bottle of water when he's playing games on the couch occasionally, rather than a beer. He never really drank much anyways, but still, it's a transition.

"Hey, so, Dan and Phil should be over in about ten; are you ready for dinner?" I asked Mark.

"Yeah, I'll finish up this level then get my shoes on."

"Okay, hurry" I said as I went to our room to change into some better clothes.

Dan, Phil, and I have all been friends for a couple of years now, but its been a while since we've actually been able to hang out; the last time we hung out was in January and it's August now.

I changed into some black jeans and a white American Eagle shirt then put on some black converse and a beanie.

I headed back out of the room to see Mark with his tennis shoes on and the t.v. and game console off.

"I'm ready for when they're here, babe."

"Awesome" I say, wrapping my arms around his neck and pecking his lips which momentarily turned into a make-out session, until the door knocked.
I answered and we all were on our way to a Japanese restaurant.