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6th february.

amy's p.o.v.

i looked up at the clock, tapping my foot against the floor.

the door clicked open, then got shut silently. in walked mark, with a tight shirt and skinny jeans. oh my god.

he walked into the kitchen, grabbing himself a glass of water and then he walked into the living room. he froze once he saw me, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"h-i uh... hello?"

he sat down on the couch next to me, drinking his water. "where the fuck have you been?"

"with a friend."

"you couldn't have called?"

he frowned, opening his mouth to say something, but then he closed it again. "good night."

he stood up but i grabbed his wrist, standing up as well. "no. you don't get to dismiss this. not this time."

"i just want to sleep, amy."

i huffed, "i know you're gonna lay awake for hours, don't fucking lie to me. listen, i've tried to help you so much. i am still here with you, i ignored my own boyfriend for your sake, god! stop acting like you hate me."

mark pulled his hand out of my grasp, his eyes seemed to flash with anger for a few seconds. "leave me alone amy. i never told you to do any of that. i don't understand why you want me to remember so much. stop it."

he walked to the hallway, but i pushed him against the wall. "listen, you fucking bitch, i'm trying because i want you to remember how close we were. i want you to love me like you did. i want you to not ignore me. i want you to be open with me."

mark glanced at my lips, but quickly looked back up into my eyes. "i don't remember, okay? i don't want to remember. those memories are forgotten, for a reason."

i stood back, then slapped him across his cheek. "fuck you." i spat, walking to my room and slamming the door shut.

i heard something break, then a door open and shut loudly.

i peeked from my room, seeing the vase on the ground, in a million pieces.

i looked at the front door, seeing that mark's shoes were gone. he left, yet again.

i locked my door, calling seán. "hey babe."

"hi. could you please come over? i've had a rough evening."

"be there in 5."

"thanks."

i hung up, waiting for him to come.

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it was an hour later, and yet there was no sight of seán. how hard was it to walk from the second floor to the first?

i tried messaging him, but every message was left unread. i called him, but every call was left unanswered.

i just began crying, not caring if my makeup got ruined. i don't know how long i cried, but once i calmed down a little, just letting out shaky breaths, i heard the front door open once again.

i opened the door of my room, watching as mark stumbled inside, giggling to himself.

i pulled a face, smelling the alcohol. "you drank?"

"amy? oh, so you're not mad anymore? great! let's talk about-"

"i asked you a question."

"yeah, i did. why do you care?"

"we have school tomorrow, mark."

he frowned, as if he just remembered, "i know we do."

"damn, you drank a lot, huh?" i laughed humorlessly, "did that to forget too?"

mark glared at me, pushing me against the wall. he pinned my arms above my head, his eyes locked on my lips.

i tried pushing him off, because i technically was still dating seán. but mark didn't seem to care, as he leant in. i couldn't help but close my eyes, feeling his lips press against mine.

but before he could even move his lips with my lips, i pushed him off me. "no, no, no. i'm still with seán. we can't, mark, we can't."

mark didn't seem bothered at all, he just looked at me with a blank expression. then he walked past me and into his room. after that, i heard no sounds.