(Jack's P.O.V.)

Last night was magical. For multiple reasons of course, but... Everything was just perfect. Every single little thing. From prom to 3AM conversations, it was perfect. And it kind of scares me, because how could something be so perfect in my life? How can stuff suddenly go right? God knows it's never happened before, so why is it happening now? Of course I'm not complaining, I would love if life suddenly went perfectly. It's just weird. 

So for now, I'm just going to focus on last night. Focus on the good, not the bad. Not the bad from before, or the bad that will show up later, but the good that's here now. Because everything is good. I don't have to reiterate what happened after we got home from prom, but I think the weirdest thing was the next afternoon when Ma and Kate came back, when they saw me limping, Ma ended up giving Kate twenty bucks. 

I have an idea what the bet was, but I don't really wanna ask. That's a conversation I'd rather not have. But it was all so perfect. The dance was beautiful, afterwards was...multiple adjectives... And then, just, conversations. Mark and I went to sleep in each others arms around midnight, and ended up both waking up around three. 

And we just... Talked. We talked about life. About prom. About family and holidays. And the future. The future we almost didn't have. I remember we were just laying there. He was on his back, and I was on my side, my head lying on his chest. And we just laid in silence for a second. His heartbeat almost lulled me back to sleep, but then he spoke. 

"Are you glad you woke up?" I don't know why he thought of that question at that moment. I don't know why he thought I wouldn't be glad to have woken up. I don't know why he felt the need to ask. All I know is what I responded with. 

"Of course I'm glad. If I didn't wake up I wouldn't be here. I wouldn't have had this night with you." He just nodded and it was silent again. It wasn't awkward or anything, no it was a comfortable silence. But it was a silence well needed, a silence for us to recollect our thoughts. "Why do you want to protect me so much?" That was my question. "Why do you care?" I added on. He didn't speak for a while, he just pulled me closer, holding me tight. 

"Because you're an angel. A wounded, broken angel. And I want to help heal you, and put you together again. I want to take the broken pieces and make them whole, because I love you so much." 

"But why do you love me?" I looked up at him, at his chocolate brown eyes. Those brown eyes always manage to make me happy, and relaxed. Those beautiful brown eyes. 

"I love you because you're perfect." Of course I didn't believe him. He's the perfect one, not me. Like he said, I'm broken. And I'm not an angel, I'm a fucking demon. I'm a broken, wounded, fallen demon. So I don't see why he loves me. I don't see why I'm worth his time. 

"I'm not perfect." He hugged me tighter. 

"Yes you are. You are perfect to me. Don't say you aren't." I hugged him back. 

"I love you." It was all I could say. It was the only thing I could think of. 

"I love you to. More then you could ever know." He whispered back, and that was when I started crying. And he hugged me tighter, and whispered comforting words, and cried with me. Because for once everything was perfect. 

It was perfect and wonderful, and it the first time in a long time that it was like that. And so we laid there and cried, and hugged, and kissed, and finally when we were both calm enough we went back to sleep. We didn't wake up until 10 after that, but it didn't matter because Ma and Kate still weren't home. I had a text saying they'd be home around four (they were true to their word), and so Mark and I just hung around the house and cuddled until he left around 3:30. 

And it was perfect. 

Now it's almost seven, and I hadn't heard anything from Mark which is a little concerning. He always texts me when he gets home from my house. Maybe he was just tired and fell asleep. Or at least I hope so. That is, until I get a phone call... From Felix. I answer it with furrowed brows, and a confused tone of voice. 

"Hello?" I ask. Felix sounds panicked. 

"Jack! I'm so sorry I don't know what happened! I was walking Mark home after I saw him outside and I got caught looking at a shop for something for Marzia and I heard him scream and-and..." He pants, and my eyes widen, already getting up and rushing out of the house. I ignore Ma and Kate's screams for me to come back, I just run to the car and I start driving. "We're at the hospital now. Jack just get here please!" Felix says, and I nod. 

"I'm already on my way." I say, hanging up and driving as fast as I can. I knew it was to good to be true...