Make You Smile

I'll be just fine pretending I'm not.

September 12th

Mark's P.O.V

No break up was pretty but this one had been particularly messy and painful.

We'd been living together. Skye had gotten her stuff picked up by the guy who I assumed she'd been seeing this whole time. It was awkward and weird and I honestly didn't even have the strength to be mad at either of them.  I was hurting and alone surrounded by cardboard boxes.

Skye had the baby, so I heard. The baby that most definitely wasn't mine.   She'd confessed everything to me that night. The whole ugly truth. Parts of which, deep down, I guess I'd already known. She hadn't loved me. She just wanted to use me like everyone else had. Well everyone except Taylor.

Taylor kept calling but I didn't have the heart to pick up. I just felt so ashamed and pathetic. I didn't want her being around me.  I kept fucking up and I was fucking her life up too. I was the real problem. Not Josie or Skye or even Tom. I was the fuck up. My life was meaningless. I was going nowhere. That's what Skye had said to me and she was right. I had to shut everyone out for a while it was easier this way.

We were supposed to be recording right now but the last thing I wanted to do was play. I felt empty and hollow inside.  I'd moved back in with dad for a while. It had helped a little. It was probably the best place for me. I'd already let out this place. Skye and I had only had it for a few months.

I gazed around the house that had never been a home one last time before locking up and leaving the keys  in the mail box for the letting agents.

I'm never going to come back home. I'll run away.  I think it's time for me to leave.

I scrawled a quick note and posted it for my mom. I was going to disappear for a while. And I didn't want anyone to find me. Not like this.

Taylor's P.O.V

September 16th

A knock sounded at my door. I frowned. It was late. 

"Taylor it's Tom. Open up."

I leapt up from my couch my heart racing an awful sinking sensation settling in my stomach. Something was wrong. Tom's voice. I'd been on edge all day with no idea why. Mark. Oh God.

I was shaking as I opened the door. Mark ignored all my calls and I hadn't seen him since that night.

Tom looked pale, tense and worried. Oh God.

"It's Mark isn't it." I whispered.

Tom nodded.

"You haven't seen him have you? Has he called you?"

I shook my head.

"He's been ignoring all my calls since that night."

Tom sighed and put his head in his hands.

"Fuck."

Nerves twisted in my stomach. I felt sick.

"Tom, where is he?"

Tom shook his head.

"No one knows. He left. He didn't say anything to anyone. He left a super weird note for his mom. No one's seen or heard from him in days now...I'm really fucking worried. Mark's never did this before. I mean when we were kids we'd talk about running away together all the time but...Mark's alone. And we don't know where he is. I know he's hurt and fucked up But I'm really worried he's did something really...stupid."

My eyes widened. Every single nerve in my body tightened. Mark. Mark. Mark.

"Come on in. I'll make tea. We'll find him. Together." I said shakily.