12:03pm
"Pretty." Mark stares out the window. His eyes glowing pink, green, a variation of colors as he stares at the fireworks in the night sky.
The fireworks don't even catch my eyes. I only stare at Mark and his beauty. He's the one that's pretty.
For the past hour, Mark and I have been having a little New Year's party. We toasted with water and our prescribed pills.
Mark turns to me. His fluffy blond hair falling into his eyes.
"What was your New Year's resolution?" He asks quietly. His fingers twirl into a loose strand of his white sweater.
"To be happy." I answer lowly.
Mark's entire expression lights up.
"That's a very good one. I hope it comes true." Mark smiles sweetly.
I nod my head.
Every year, I wish for the same thing. But somehow, each year gets me deeper into my depression. Almost every year, some force draws me away from happiness.
Last year has to be the worst and best year of my life.
My aunt tried to kill me but she's in jail for her crimes. No more of her torture.
The best part of last year was meeting Mark.
My eyes trail to the small figure near the window. He smiles at the fireworks as they coat his face with colors.
He's the best thing that's ever happened to me.
My first friend, my first hug, my first time being liked by someone. I never knew that something like this would ever happen.
A new year with a new friend. I feel blessed. Maybe I am blessed to meet Mark.
I don't think I can live without him.
Pink fireworks sparkle in the black midnight sky.
"You know what my resolution was?" Mark moves from the window to my bedside. He grabs my hand resting on my lap.
I'm able to sit up in bed now, I can look at him eye to eye now.
I shake my head. I have no clue what he could wish for. Everything about him is perfect.
"I wished that I could spend even more time with you this year." Mark squeezes my hand and smiles.
White fireworks go off behind Mark as I stare at him. We stare at each other fondly, my gaze becomes more intense as my mouth slowly opens to speak.
"I love you."
Red fireworks go off behind Mark. His cheeks resemble the same shade of red.
"H-huh?" He stares at me with wide eyes.
I reach for his red cheek to caress the warm, smooth skin. He leans into my touch.
"You don't have to love me back. I just want you to know that I love you." The words tumble past my lips effortlessly.
I don't know why, but Mark begins to cry. His brown eyes fill with tears and his teeth sink into his bottom lip.
Tears of joy?
Tears of disgust?
I don't know. I honestly don't care why he's crying. I just want to comfort him.
His face sinks into my hospital gown as he cries his eyes out. I rub his back and massage his warm scalp with my fingers.
Mark cries more than I do. I can tell the difference between our tears.
My tears originate from sadness and regret.
Mark's tears originate from pain and hopelessness.
I'm depressed.
Mark is sick.
Two different worlds of sadness yet only one solution for both.
Love.
