Distant // Mark Lee

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What I thought would be a couple minutes turned to a couple hours. I've been sitting on the couch overthinking every little thing in that moment.

I can hear Mark's voice in my head saying you need to stop overthinking. But I couldn't. I couldn't stop thinking about what they were talking about in that studio. Is he okay? Has my dad hurt him in any way? Should I go up there and make sure he's alive? I've never overthunk to the point I thought someone was dead, but I guess there's a first for everything.

"Hey Em!" Mark excitedly squeals for me

I turn around to see a happy, smiley Mark skipping down the stairs into the living room, where I have been waiting for hours on end.

I quickly run over to give him a giant hug.

"Are you okay?"

"Of course babe, why wouldn't I be?"

"Oh, um. No reason. What did
he say to you?"

"Surprisingly, he liked the song even
though it was unfinished. I actually wanted
to show you the song today, but your dad
called before I had a chance. If you
want, I can sing it to you now"

"I'd love to hear it"

I drag him up to my bedroom, where it's quiet and cozy.

He sits down beside me on my soft bed. Before strumming his guitar, he laid a gentle kiss on my lips, leaving a stupid grin on my face.

Then he began strumming away, like the musician he is. His transition between each chord was flawless. Not a single muted string, not a single mistake. He's a born musician.

Blow on the candlelight, candlelight, candlelight baby
It means I'm thankful for all the days
we spent together
At times like this, for some reason, baby
I get shy but it means I love you
When I see you brightly smiling and dazzling
Na na na na na na na

It's hard to focus on the song when Mark is so stunning and dreamy.

My wish of us being together forever
Seems like it'll come true

But I'll never forget that lyric.

Slowly, tears begin to fill my eyes as his words touch me deeper than I can describe. Is he singing about me?

He let's out his last line with his last chord before relaxing his hands and removing his guitar from his lap, placing it on the bed beside us. He gently pulls my head onto his shoulder.

"Em baby, why are you crying?"

"How are you so good at writing songs
and where do you get the inspiration?"
I laugh and cry at the same time

"I'm looking at my inspiration right now"

I remove my head from his shoulder to get a closer look at what he was staring at. It was me.
He was singing about me.

We just looked at eachother for what felt like centuries. His face looked so perfect in that moment. I just wanted to endulge in his embrace.