Mark's POV
What the fuck. I laid in bed staring at the plain roof as a grin stretched my cheeks. God I was so happy I saw her. I never realized how much I missed her. Her voice. Her laugh. Just her in general. I kept smiling. I needed to see her or I knew I wouldn't be able to concentrate ever. I grabbed my phone and immediately went to our last conversation.
🔥 =Mark. 🍰=You
🔥: Don't (Name)
🍰:Mark its too late In already here.
🔥:(Name) please
🍰:I have to go. This is the best for you
🔥:No it isn't!
🍰:We both know it is
🍰:So please don't come after me cause Ill cause more problems.
🍰:Bye Mark
-------1 week later in texts------
🔥:Bye
I pursed my lips as pain hit against my heart which made my heart beat faster. I hated her for that. I hated her. No. I hated myself. I hated myself for being blind and letting her slip away. I should have seen that she was hurting (Name). That she was the one that was made her leave. I should have listened to her when she came to me at 1am and yelled at me. Yet I only yelled back. I yelled back and hurt her more than she already was. I did because of her.
My fingers shook as I typed in those two letters. The letters that started this all.
🔥: Hi
I felt so ducking nervous as I laid in silent waiting for any sign. Then it came.
🍰 is typing..
After a minute it stopped and a text bubble popped up.
🍰:Hi :)
Yes im back
