Tempus Fugit {Who Killed Markiplier}

~Epilogue~

A small bell at the top of the door tinkled as I pushed it open and walked out into the temperate Los Angeles sunshine. My wavy, waist length hair had just been dyed a potent shade of baby blue. I felt as though I were a dandelion in a patch of grass, but in the odd day and age of 2018, dyed hair hardly turned heads.

I slipped my jet black Beats on over my ears, putting a buffer on the bustling noise around me. Logic's 1-800-273-8255 blasted through the cups of the headphones. I began to zone out, becoming absorbed into the music, little movie-like scenarios playing inside my mind.

But my life's 'movie' came to an abrupt halt when I suddenly collided with a muscular form walking in the opposite direction. I let out a squeak as I flew backwards, my Beats careening off my head. I landed hard on the pavement, sending invisible needles into my hands, thighs, and ass. I reached back for my Beats, mumbling a string of 'i'm sorry's' to the muscular stranger I had run into.

Suddenly a hand extended in front of me. I slowly glanced up, following the arm up to the face of the man I had collided with. From behind my frazzled bangs I stared at his almost unreal features. Growing stubble, pearly teeth, a mop of wavy black hair.. But what most caught my attention were his eyes. Almond shaped, chocolate orbs glimmering behind a pair of thin glasses. They were ambitious and sure, with glints of kindness and confidence behind them.

"Are you alright?" the handsome stranger asked. I mustered a quick nod and placed my hand in his. "I'm so sorry about that. I have the worst habit of zoning out when I'm walking." he added with a lopsided grin as he pulled me to my feet. My brain began to convince me this couldn't be real. This whole interaction was something out of a cheesy romance movie, not real life.

"I'm Mark by the way! Mark Fischbach." he said. I tucked some loose hair behind my ear. "Ireine.." I replied sheepishly. "I love your hair! That color really suits your eyes." he added. I blushed. "Oh! Thank you! I literally just got it done." I said, pointing to the hair salon down the street. He grinned. "I go there too! They do a wonderful job."

I gave him a cheeky smirk. "Maybe give me your number and we can align our next appointments." I said. He laughed. "Bold move! Not too smooth, but bold. Here, put your number in my phone." He handed me his iPhone and opened his contacts. I typed in my number and quickly took a picture for my profile. "Whoa how'd you take such a perfect selfie on the fly like that?" he asked as he took back his phone. I laughed and tossed my hair behind his shoulder. "It's natural hon." Mark laughed. "You're something else! But I can see us being friends. I'll text you later, alright?" I nodded and lowered my gaze to my feet. This boy was too much. "I'd like that very much."

His hand found my chin and he lifted my head up. I stared once more into his alluring eyes. He smirked. "A word to the wise; keep your eyes off the ground. You'll run into less people that way." he winked. I let out a laugh. "I'll keep that in mind." I replied. He gave me one last smile before going on his way, leaving me only with the burning image of his encapsulating eyes...

...to be continued...

a/n: and there you have it babes. that is the end of tempus fugit.

thank you so much for all of your support throughout this crazy journey. it means the world to me that so many of you have stuck with and enjoyed my work. the insanity is far from over though. keep your eyes out for a sequel coming in the very near future!

i love you all so much ♡

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