I'm fine (Sequel to I'm bored) //Markiplier Fanfic\\

Twenty-two

Ally

"I'm scared." I whispered into marks chest. We sat on our bed, snuggling and just talking. My 'life altering' surgery is two days away and I'm so nervous.

"Me too." He whispered back. I was about to make a rude and sarcastic comment at him; something about how I'm more nervous because It's me that might not make it out the same. But then I remembered the day when he told me how much he loved me. He raised his love for me, instead of his love for space and how intense that was; considering that he has never loved anything more than space. And now I'm not so sure I'm more nervous. I would just be dead. He would we without me... He would be the one loosing the most...

His fingers trailed an invisible pattern on my arm. Causing goosebumps to grow on my skin. The way his fingertips felt on my skin caused a spark of electricity run through my whole body, causing the butterflies to battle.

"I dopamine you." I whispered again, burying myself feeling into his warmth.

"What?" He questioned trying to look down at me, sprawled out against his chest. I looked up at him, laughing at the awful double chin he had.

"I dopamine you." I said through my fits of laughter. He smiled as if what I said suddenly clicked in his mind. He looked at the ceiling, resting and thinking.

"I dopamine you too, you lame-o." He said. I slapped his head playfully; not too hard. Don't want to hurt my markimoo.

"You are such a turd." I laughed sitting up and looking at him with the biggest smile I've ever had. In that second I was the happiest I've ever been. Just laying in bed with the one person I want to spend the rest of my life with. Not thinking about the bad things. Not thinking about how it will be when I'm gone. Not thinking...

"When you get out, do you wanna try for kids?" Mark asked, his voice breaking. The little amount of light from his alarm clock illuminating his face.

He was crying.

What did I do to you?

I quickly leaned closer and placed my lips on his. It was an emotional kiss. Full of passion. Each second was taking more of my breath away. His lips caressed my top one perfectly, almost like a missing puzzle pieces. You know, No matter how hard I try to explain this kiss, It can't match the feeling. I could use phrases like the 'puzzle pice' one. Or something like "it was like our lips were molded for each others."

But that would be lying.

It wasn't like some fan fiction kiss where it happens and you move on. It meant more than that. It was perfect. And I rarely ever use the word perfect, because every one seems to be imperfect in this world of black and white; but in this moment, it was wonderful moment, I saw color. And everything was perfect.

He's perfect...