10:02am
I couldn't sleep last night.
Nightmares.
Nightmares of losing Mark.
It's haunting me.
I get out of my bed. I slip on my slippers and throw a black hoodie over my head.
After brushing my teeth and staring at my ugly face and disheveled hair in the mirror, I walk to Mark's room.
The door creaks open as I enter. Mark is nowhere in sight.
"Mark?" I call for him.
Seconds later, Mark comes out of the bathroom with a bright smile.
"Good morning!" He greets me happily.
I smile.
He has on a sky-blue robe over his black pajamas. His blond hair is pushed back with a baby blue towel headband.
His brown eyes sparkle as he smiles at me. The earrings on both of his ears twinkle underneath the sunlight and his white teeth gleam with joy.
Today, I find Mark the most beautiful than I've ever seen him. He's precious.
Too precious to lose.
"Jackson?" Mark's pale cheeks start to turn red. "Are you okay?"
I nod my head.
"I was admiring your beauty."
Mark blushes profusely. He takes a deep breath to bite back his tears.
"We cried enough yesterday. Not today too." Mark pats his cheeks to calm down.
"It's okay to cry." I move closer to Mark until we're only a foot apart.
Mark pouts.
"But yesterday was your birthday. And I tell you something so terrible, I feel s-"
"It's not terrible." I deny Mark immediately.
He stares at me fondly.
"It's beautiful." I stroke his soft cheek with my thumb. "Angels have to return to heaven right? You're the mightiest angel I know. The only angel I know."
"Oh Jackson..." Tears fall from Mark's eyes. He grabs my hand caressing his face.
"Thank you for putting it in such a nice way. You don't know how much that means to me." Mark smiles happily. I can tell it's genuine by the look in his eyes.
"An angel." I smile wholeheartedly.
"I'm your angel." Mark smiles lovingly.
Our faces lean forward to connect our lips in a passionate kiss. Mark wraps his arms around my neck, my arms wrap around his slim waist.
Mark's back gently hits the wall of his bedroom as our bodies press together.
My angel.
I release Mark's soft lips from mine and kiss along his jaw to his neck. He instantly giggles. But, he gasps when I bite his neck gently.
"J-Jackson!" Mark grabs my hair as I begin to suckle on his neck and when my hand unconsciously slides to his butt.
He's an angel. And he deserves to be treated like one.
Mark moans softly once I squeeze his butt and as I continue to suck and nibble on his soft skin. It's a heavenly sound that blesses my ears.
I pull my lips away from his neck to admire the reddish, bluish hickey resting on his pale neck.
"My angel." I hug Mark.
"My prince." Mark kisses my cheek and hugs me tightly.
An angel and a prince.
A match that no one will understand yet a match that is saving each other.
For Mark and I, we are each other's one and only.
