pockets full of roses [ a markiplier alter-ego fanfic ]

3. an interesting visit

The walk to Mark's house was anything but uncomfortable and sketchy. He didn't really live in a bad neighborhood, but I saw enough people walking around in the dark peering at me to walk faster.

Every step I took, it felt like my heart was getting caught in my throat. I didn't even think about calling the police. The only thing I could tell myself was that I needed to get there faster.

As I approached the street that led to his apartment building, I decided that, if I was going to get killed anytime soon, someone should at least know where I was.

I got out my phone and texted Sean that I was on the street of Mark's apartment building. I also suggested he try to get a hold of Mark, just in case this was just some prank he was trying to pull off. I didn't think it was, but anything other than murder or a kidnapping was a better assumption than the current one.

Getting closer to Mark's apartment building near the end of the street, I felt my phone start to vibrate. I pulled it out and of course I saw it was Sean trying to get a hold of me. I swallowed the knot in my throat and muted his calls.

I don't know why I was doing it like this. I could've gotten the police involved to check on him. Hell, I could've at least had Sean come with me. I've already managed to ruin his game night. Love is blind I guess.

My breathing went quicker as I walked up the steps of the building to the second floor, but I managed to keep most of my composure. I walked slowly to the door of his apartment, not wanting to disturb the man, or persons, inside.

I put my ear up to the door. It was eerily silent in his place, least for the TV softly playing in the background. I couldn't tell what channel it was on.

Since I still had a copy of his key on me, I cautiously opened the door with it. The old door creaked as it revealed the room inside. I could see the TV at the end of the dull hallway. No sign of anybody yet. I could see the warmth of a light towards his kitchen, causing me to be conscious of the shadows around it. It must be a lit candle.

I frowned, I don't remember Mark having any candles around. If he did, he hasn't used them around me. He usually complained about how they burnt out too quickly.

I carefully peered around every corner, searching the darkness for any shadows or thing out of place. Nothing so far. Now I was approaching the kitchen, following the candle's flames casted on the floor.

My footsteps paused once I looked into the kitchen. No sign of Mark, or anybody else for that matter, but there was an... unusual sight to see on the counter.

A bouquet of what looked like freshly picked sunflowers laid on his black island. Not only that, but there the candle sat lit with a note next to it. An ink pen's ink dripped onto the end of the note.

Instead of going to the note, I took the time to investigate the other areas in his apartment. Nothing and no one was there. His bed hadn't even been touched for the night. I came back out to the living area to take a look at the suspiciously placed note on the counter. Thank God no one was here after the whole thing I heard on the phone, but why was nobody here?

I ignored my questions for now and picked up the note. I smelled the flowers and
leaned into the candle's scent.

Dear (Y/n),

I am so sorry for my outburst on the phone. I don't even know if you're coming to my place or not, but I figured I'd write you a note just in case. Do you remember when we would write each other notes before we would leave for work in the mornings? Back when you stayed the night? It was the hardest part of my day, leaving you in bed.

I didn't mean to worry you so badly. I had some sound effects playing on the TV in the background when I called you. I thought it may be a funny joke. In my sadness these past couple of nights, I have been drinking a little. You know how alcohol effects me. One drink can do a lot to me.

I did get you these flowers though. I found a beautiful farm right outside of town that were growing fields and fields of sunflowers. I figured they wouldn't mind if I took a few of them for my doll.

I miss you. I'm sorry for what I have done to you. I wanted to see you tonight, but I don't think I am in the right state of mind to have an appropriate conversation right now. When I am, I will write you. I am taking a walk through town right now to clear my head.

After I sobered up from my call, I did end up breaking my phone... so I will not be able to call or text you for a while until I get it replaced.

I want you back. Please, will you wait for me? I promise you that I will make it worthy of your venture. I hope you like your flowers too. Do you have a favorite flower? I will get you those instead next time, my dear.

Thinking of you always,
Mark

I shook my head at the note. That clarified just about nothing for me. At the same time though, I felt butterflies flutter through my stomach at his use of words. It was oddly proper for Mark, but maybe he was just trying to be romantic.

I got into one of the kitchen drawers, finding a notepad to write on. I took Mark's note and folded it into squares to put delicately into my pocket. I then tore off a piece of notepad paper and wrote my reply to him.

Dear Mark,

I can't lie and say that I'm not upset with you. I wish you would've talked to me about how you felt before we broke up. I don't think that was very fair to me.

I miss you too, to be honest. I think about you everyday. I wish you were here with me everyday. I want to stay the night with you again, but now I don't know if you'll ever be around for me to see again. At least, not for a while.

Please just understand that you hurt me. Deeply, unfortunately. How do I know that I can trust you with my feelings again? If I give you another chance, will you at least promise to treat me with more respect and love? I'm tired of getting used to being pushed around.

And while I love the sunflowers, I'd like some red roses next time. Those are my favorite.

I hope to see you soon,

(Y/n)

At the bottom of the note, I wrote down my dorm address so, if this whole phone thing didn't work for him anymore, we could at least write back and forth.

I don't know how I feel about this whole thing. It seems fishy, but if I can get my Mark back soon, I'll do whatever I need to in order to make it happen.

I pulled out my phone. It was now close to five in the morning and I had missed about seven calls and numerous texts from Sean. I hope he hadn't put out a search for me yet.

The door to Mark's apartment opened. A rush of adrenaline went through my heart, but faded once I saw that Sean was wide eyed looking into the apartment. His eyes connected with mine, worry and a little anger fuming inside of them.

Sean said nothing, but grabbed my arm to drag me out of the apartment. I managed to grab a few sunflowers from the bouquet and was quickly shoved out the door. The candle inside flickered, lonely shadows dancing around the room as I left.