Tempus Fugit {Who Killed Markiplier}

~Forgivness~

Winter's crisp air soon took hold of our small town. The trees were barren and people were beginning to put up colorful Christmas decorations.

Celine had decided to move back in for good. Mark never showed up, which both surprised and greatly concerned me. My sister seemed to be doing better, and after a week as promised, the Colonel began making his visits again. He pressed her to come and live with him, but we both knew she wasn't ready.

I hadn't seen Damien since Thanksgiving. I felt it was for the best, though I longed to be in his company again. But of course he had Mari. I could never replace that slut, as it seemed.

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One night I was in my room, brushing up on my poetry, when the gramophone crackled to life from downstairs. Elvis' soft, low voice rang through the the high ceilings in an echo in the slow melody of Can't Help Falling in Love. Tears sprung to my eyes and in a zombie like state, I dropped my pencil and walked slowly down the stairs. Celine was standing by the gramophone her back facing me as she swayed her hips gently to the rhythm. "Turn it off." I whispered. "When did you get this from the attic?" she asked. Tears flowed steadily down my flushed cheeks. "Turn. It. Off." I quivered. She finally turned around, her brown eyes widening at the sigh of my dismay. She quickly switched off the gramophone and ran to my side. 

I collapsed into her arms, my loneliness and misery finally catching up to me. Celine's quiet comforts felt empty and meaningless. I felt like an idiot. I pushed him away even after he offered to help. As always, I let my emotions get the best of me.

I pushed myself away from my sister and fiercely wiped my eyes. "I'll be back later tonight." I said suddenly. "Where're you going?" she asked worriedly. "To fix my problems." I murmured in a monotone voice. Without another word, I left the house and jumped in my car. I was going to fix this, even if I further broke my heart.

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Dusk had settled into twilight as I pulled up in Damien's driveway. Another foreign car sat there and I groaned out loud, realising it was Mari's. I strode up to the door, cursing myself for not changing out of my night dress. With a shaky breath, I knocked thrice, then stood back and waited. After a moment the door opened to reveal the cause of my troubles herself. Her shimmering emerald eyes narrowed as she recognized me. "What  the hell are you doing here?" she paused and looked me up and down, then snorted, "And in those rags?"

"Where is Damien, Mari?" I murmured. She put on a mocking pout. "What, you want to overreact again?" I clenched my hands into fists, but closed my eyes and sighed. "Just.. let me talk to him. I won't be long." I said quietly. "No. He wouldn't want to talk to you, you whore."

Just then, Damien walked into the room, he was reading some papers, so he didn't see us. "Mari who is it?" he called to her. "No one of importance love!" she called back, then proceeded to try and close the door. I resisted and pushed back. "Damien!!" I yelled out. He turned and met my eyes. A look of shock washed over him. "Back away whore." Mari hissed, trying again to close the door. I gave Damien a look of desperation as my arms began to give out. I faintly heard him sigh. "Enough Mari."

She stopped, clearly flabbergasted. Damien walked over to us, whispered something to Mari that I could not hear, then stepped out on the porch and closed the door behind him. He turned to me with glossy, expressionless eyes.

"What do you need Iris?" he sighed. I swallowed the painful lump in my throat and locked my eyes on the pavement. "I.. I came to apologise. For everything." I replied. He raised his eyebrows. "That's.. Not what I was expecting you to say." he said. My smile wavered  as tears gain welled up the back of my throat. "You were expecting me to lash out again, weren't you?"

He let out a single laugh. "That, or I was right about you being in danger." I sniffled, allowing a few tears to fall, yet I still let out a chuckle. "I'm an idiot Damien. I'm a fucking idiot. I always let my emotions get the best of me, the end up doing something stupid like this." He was quiet as I finally looked him in the eyes. "I'm not going to lie, when I look at you I remember exactly why I fell in love with you. Everything about you drives me absolutely crazy in the best way. You've always been so kind and caring and selfless and.." I sighed, wiping the tears off my cheeks. "I uh.. I'm sorry for being such an emotional bitch. I had no right treating you the way I did. I hate that we fight. I hate that I hurt you, and most of all I hate that we don't talk anymore, and that up until now I haven't done anything about it."

He said nothing. Nothing but dead silence surrounded us now. I inhaled shakily. "I'm sorry. You've got other things to worry about. I shouldn't have come. Thanks for at least listening." I quivered before turning to walk back to my car. But to my surprise, he grabbed my arm and spun me back around, pulling me close against his chest. "Iris.. I forgive you." he whispered, pressing his lips to the top of my head. I let go of all the tension in my body and collapsed into the embrace that I missed so dearly. Burying my face into his chest, I let more tears escape my tired eyes. He slipped his hand under my chin and lifted my head. He wiped the tears off my cheeks with a sad smile. "I'm sorry too. Both for lashing out at Thanksgiving and for being a dick after the party. The more I thought about it, the more I realised how wrong I was to do that to you. You've been nothing but good to me." he said. I gave him a wavering smile and sniffled. "We're both idiots." He chuckled. "We're both idiots."

A small pause befell us, so I laid my head on his chest. "Does this mean I can come back to work?" I asked. Damien laughed. "Unfortunately your spot was filled." he replied. I frowned. "Oh." He stepped back. "But that shouldn't stop you from coming to see me every once in a while." I nodded. "I better get home. Celine is probably worried sick. I left without really explaining why." I said. He gave a nod in agreement. "I'll see you soon Iris." He kissed my forehead. I chewed on the inside of my cheek to hold back my wide grin as I got back into my car to drive home.

a/n: yeahhhh i suck i get it. i'm practically drowning in work so i haven't had much time to write, blah blah blah excuses excuses.

i'll try to have that cute chapter up tomorrow but don't kill me if i don't :, )

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