senseless | m.t

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"how did it start?"

when i first met mark i was sitting outside of a diner waiting for my mom to pick me up. my mom was 40 minutes late and the rain kept pouring down. i had no where to go being the age of 15, i couldn't drive, and if i walked it would take an hour to get home.

so i sat their hopelessly waiting in the rain.

i was stuck waiting there for my mother worrying about the endless possibilities of what might be taking her so long.

i heard foot steps walk up behind me and suddenly the rain stopped bouncing off of my head. i looked up and a tall boy with dark brown hair & eyes to match standing there holding an umbrella over my head.

that was the first day i met mark.

one week later was my mother's funeral.

the boy who helped me from the diner was there. he wore a nice black suit and sat in the back of the funeral home. i didn't know why he came. he wasn't associated with me nor my mother other than the time he helped me during the rain.

when i asked why he came he said he felt guilty.

guilty for what? he felt guilty that he had to eventually leave me that night in the pouring rain and he figured if he stayed it would've been easier on me.

mark had a kind soul.

he always worried for other and blamed himself when nothing was his fault. that's when it started to build up.

his guilt would build up, he would break down.

for the next few months i would be there for mark because i grew fond of him. he was there for me and i knew i needed to return the favor.

so i guess that's how it started.