You woke up with a pain in your heart. Why? What happened? You thought as you rolled over to see your Markimoo next to you. When you saw his sleeping face, it's then that it hit you. You and Mark had gotten into a small quarrel last night, but you two had made up. Why did you still feel this way, then? You walked downstairs and sat down in the kitchen. The pain wouldn't leave. All you could think about was last night and how he never pays attention to you anymore. He always is making videos and never does anything with you. Or if he does anything with you, it's always what he wants.

Lately you've felt like he saw you as a toy, not his fiancé. Tears filled your eyes as you remembered the yelling that happened last night. You shook your head and blinked away the tears. Mark soon came downstairs and informed you that he was going to record videos. You gave him a little wave as he went to his room. He didn't even notice how torn apart you were right now. He hasn't lately. He hasn't noticed how heartbroken you are when he doesn't even want to talk to you after recording videos. He hasn't taken your feelings into consideration at all.

You spent most of today beating yourself up over your thoughts. Finally, you realized you had to do something. You slipped upstairs and began to pack some clothes. You let your tears fall as memories of last night flooded your mind. He never cared. It was always about him.

"(Y/N)? What are you doing, babe?"

You turned to see Mark. He frowned at the sight of your puffy red eyes.

"I-I'm leaving," that was all you said as you pushed past him and left the room.

"(Y/N), wait! Why are you leaving? I thought we made up last night? Please don't leave me babe, I love you!"

You stopped dead in your tracks and turned around to face him.

"You love me?! You don't love me! It's always been about you. Whatever you want to do. You NEVER take my feelings into consideration! If that's love, then love is bullsh*t!"

Mark was taken aback by your outburst. He didn't know you felt that way.

"I do love you! My love for you is real! Maybe you're the one who's selfish! You always want me to quit work early to spend time with you. If you don't like my love, then just f*cking leave!"

Tears streamed down your face as that last sentence hit you.

"If that's what you want, then fine, I will leave," you said quietly as if a yell would be the final blow to your torn up heart.

You slammed the door behind you, ignoring Mark's muffled pleas. This was it, the end of you two.