It's perfect. Saturday mornings at the kitchen counter, drinking coffee together, are perfect. He's still got bed hair, forming a tiny faux-hawk at the front like it used to in his older videos. Saturday mornings are almost as good as Friday nights when we cuddle on the couch and watch a movie. It'd probably be a horror, and when a jumpscare would happen, I would jump in a bit closer to him. Mark would hold me, and tell me it'd be okay, while running his hands through my hair. It'd been a lovely 3 months, and with 9 months to go, and our popularity rising, things were looking good.
But it was all about to be cut short.
Back to Saturday morning;
Mark got a text, from HQ.
"Felix..." He looked at me with sad eyes.
"What is it? Has something happened?" I was generally worried now.
"They're cutting it short. By six months."
They're cutting it short. By six months.
No, this couldn't be happening.
Six months?!
And here I was acting like I had all the time in the world. Like we have forever.
"We have three more months."
"I know."
I immediately get up and run into an embrace with him.
"No, it can't be real."
"I'm sorry, Felix."
"It's not your fault."
We pull apart and I put my face in my hands, sliding down to the floor.
"It's not fair!"
Mark sits down as well, putting his arms around me and pulling my head into his chest.
"Felix, honey, I know, I know it's not fair. But we can't let this get us down. We only have three months left. So we're going to make a heap of vlogs, be the best couple, and then we can stay together, okay?"
It's not okay.
"Why? Why did they do this?"
"I don't know, all I know is that I love you very much, and we are going to get through this together. Don't you ever doubt it for a second, PrincessPie."
"I won't." I give Mark a sad smile. He gets up off of the floor, and holds a hand out for me. I take it, and in getting up he asks,
"Vlog?"
"Vlog."
And we walk over to the couch and set up the tripod. I try and convince myself that it's okay. That we're going to win best couple and we're going to show everyone how much we love each other. But doubt seeps into my mind, and covers the hope with itself. Telling me that there are people out there that are better than us, more deserving than us, and I can't cover that, can't mask it with hope.
It's not fair!
My father's voice goes through my head.
Felix, life's not fair.

"Have you messaged them all?" Vatten asks Sandra, as they walk down the hallway.
"Yes, I managed to send the message out earlier this morning. Should I notify the Matchmaking Department?"
Vatten turned his head towards her, looking her right in the eyes.
"You didn't already tell them?!"
"Sir, I thought you would've-"
"Go, go, and notify them right now! You're supposed to be my assistant, not my 'I thought you did it'!"
And Sandra was off to the PA station. She hated this part of the job, being yelled at and pushed around. Sandra could only hope that Felix and Mark could stay on top.
But someone got in her way again.
"You? Again? Didn't I tell you last time to get lost?"
Sean McLoughlin trailed behind her as Sandra walked.
"So Vatten finally did something about it?"
"Yes, but it wasn't because of you, it was for another reason."
"Glad to know you finally pulled your head in and stopped supporting them."
"I never said I did that."
Sean stood there, looking quite humiliated, and silent.
"They're going to win. They're going to be the winning match."
"Are you sure?"
"Would I say that if I wasn't?"
He was silent again.
"Listen, what's your obsession with ruining their relationship? Is there bad blood between you three or something?"
Sean didn't know wether to tell her or not.
"I was going to hook up with Mark the other day, but Felix stopped us."
"Glad to know he's got some common sense to not break the rules, unlike other people."
"You just don't get it, do you? Have you ever loved anyone?"
"Hardly."
Sandra was tapping away on her tablet.
"Okay...well, it's true love, I'm convinced. He even said he loved me."
"Really? You're convinced that he loves you? Because I'm not."
Sandra turned her tablet around to reveal camera gotta he from the bar the other night, it had subtitles.
"How did you get that?!"
"Magic."
"See?! He said he loves me!"
"Really, you're convinced with: "N-no, I don't really love him." He doesn't even mention  that he loves you! Damn you must be shallow to believe that!"
And she started walking away.
"One day!" He called after her, "one day I'll show you."

Later that night, Mark and I lay in bed, exhausted from a full day of recording.
"Do you think Jack hates me?"
"Probably. After all, you did steal me from him."
"Yes, but I couldn't let him have you. You are mine." I hug him tightly.
"Yes, and you are mine."
"Mark, were you telling the truth when you said you didn't love me that night?" I nervously ask.
"No, I was lying. Jack kind of had me backed into a corner in the conversation. I was too intimidated to say that I loved you. What if he told you? What if you didn't love me?"
"But I do!"
"I didn't know that then."
"I know"
"Jack's jealous."
"I think Marzia is too, she's been texting me all day."
"Who cares about them? We've got three months, the only thing on our minds is each other."
"Yeah, I guess so." I cuddle into him as he puts his arms around me and I close my eyes.
"Three months."
"It's not fair!"
"Life's not fair."
Because really, if it was, I wouldn't be here right now.
I guess good things come from the bad.