Please, Stop! An Amyplier Oneshot

Please, Stop!

Walking down the street I could see many things wrong with the world. The cars polluting the atmosphere, the endless cycle of people pushing against me. People staring at me and smoking. There were nice things about it too though I guess. The trees and shops that I could spend hours going through. There were nice people as well. People who are just doing their jobs, people who love what they do. Some people can be total assholes though. I wish that could change, I wish people didn't have to live in fear of other humans. I wish the world could be better but no, I live and I'm happy. I'm heading to my favourite place, the park. The trees and grass around me makes me feel I'm not in a city. I sit on the bench and let the breeze brush my blond hair. I close my eyes when I hear a mutter coming from the bridge nearby. A person with black hair and an Asian look about him was standing on the edge of the bridge looking as though he was going to jump. I run over and he looks at me, eyes wide with fear.
"Stay back!" He yelled tears filling his eyes. "I'll jump!"
His voice was deep and soothing but full of pain. I stop in my tracks and look up at the man. His eyes were a brilliant deep brown, his black hair brushed down the side of his face.
"Please don't. You have so much to live for!" I said.
The man shook his head. "If you've seen what I've been though I think you would agree that I should die."
"No, please get down." I say.
"What's that gonna do to the world. I'm worthless. No one cares about me!" He shouted the tears that were in his eyes now trailing slowly down his face. I take a cautious step forward and pull myself onto the concrete wall that blocks people from falling, or at least meant to.
"Get away!" He growled taking a step back.
"What happens if I say I care about you." I whisper.
The man's eyes widened in shock.
"What's your name?" I ask.
"Mark." He said, his voice low.
"Nice to meet you Mark, my name's Amy. Please come down."
Mark obeyed but reluctantly. I jump down to help him. I wipe his tears away with my thumb and stare down at his arms, they had a few scars on them and I looked at them sadly.
"Promise me you will never do that again." I say.
Mark sighed. "I promise."
I take his hand in mine and we walk slowly back to his place. It takes about twenty minutes. I nod at him.
"I'll see you soon Mark. Give me your number so we can stay in touch."
Mark handed his phone to me and I put in my number. I smile at him as he puts his number in mine...

Ever since that day, me and Mark have been together. From almost committing suicide to eternal love. I care so much about him, every feature. His laugh, his voice and his eyes, his personality.He keeps me safe and I do the same for him. We've been together for almost two years and even with a few big fights we never stopped caring for each other. He lives in a nice apartment in LA and I live with one of his editors Kathryn. He did YouTube before I met him (about four years) and I couldn't help but notice his smile whenever he walked into his recording room. I'm cuddled up in his arms right now. He's asleep I can feel his breath against my head.
"I love you." I whisper.
"I love you too." He mumbles.

I hope you enjoyed this. Amy cares so much about Mark and he cares the same for Amy. I hope their love stays strong because they are perfect for each other. Thank you for reading, love y'all and piece out!