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Jack pushed Mark lightly, anger coursing through his veins. "You can just fucking come back like this after all these years-" He raged, tears falling from his face. "Get out!" He yelled, pushing the American out the door, knocking him into daylight which seemed a little too bright considering the time. Lets go back a few years, In December 2012, Jack and Mark were about to get married, walking down the isle nervously, and Mark well, bailed. He ran off, leaving Jack in tears.

Mark had demons, though. They'd yelled at him that he wasn't enough for the green headed delight, that he should leave because Jack never loved him; He'd never be good enough for him... and he listened, but now he knew better than that and it was stupid of him, sure. Jack wouldn't understand but he wanted to come back, The Irishman looked different now, yet, oddly he felt the same. Mark stood outside the wooden door, mumbling into it. If people walked by they'd think he was crazy but he didn't care.
"Jack, I love you. Always have I just, I listened to the demons I should've married you I want too marry you, I love you so much, Sean I'm sorry."
Sean, That hurt Jack, Mark said it the same as he did all those years ago, with love. Or maybe thats just what Jack wanted to hear, after all this time. He opened the door sighing. "Explain." He mumbled.
And Mark did, The Irishman was still mad and didnt know if he could trust Mark again, but seeing him here in all his red headed glory, he wanted to give him a chance.
"Friends?" Jack spoke, it hurt them both in a way. Mark nodded, starring into the blue eyes he admired so much they reminded him of an ocean, he hated the ocean but the ocean in Jacks eyes was breath taking and safe.
"You look so different," Mark breathed and Jack nodded, running his hand through his green hair.

"I wanted a change. Clearly you did too." He spoke lightly, his accent harsh which contradicted his soft tone. Mark agreed, "I had blue hair before this and then pink." "I've always stuck to green" Jack looked away, He was wishing he had saw Mark with candy floss locks, Marks red head looked too neat, he wanted to run his fingers through the red locks; the rage in him wanted to pull it out though. There was perhaps, no way Mark would feel the pain he had made Jack feel or maybe he had, by hating himself. Jack wasn't one for small talk, and saw Mark out. This was all so strange, four years of forgotten feelings had came rushing back hitting Jack like a truck. The rage he felt for Mark was only a small part of what he was feeling right now. He felt like he was drowning.

Mark left, the door closing louder than usual, The atmosphere had a metaphorical grey cloud over it. Jack burst into tears as soon as the door closed, he just wanted to run into Marks arms, seeing him here was painful yet comforting. He sighed, opening the door. "Mark" The Irishman said, wiping his tears. The Red headed man in question turned around, his eyes just as red as his hair. Jack began to sprint, something he didn't really mean to do, but it just sort of... happened. Mark acted quickly and caught him in his arms, hugging the green haired man like this life depended on it maybe in a way did. Jack couldn't stop his sobbing then he muttered "I missed you." Between sobs. His hair smelled like flowers, it filled Marks nostrils - It reminded him so much of home. Jack, was home.

Jack looked up at him, teary eyed and a weak smile on his face. His eyes still sparkled, even more so because he was crying. Time seemed to stop as he kissed Mark lightly, and Mark swore it wasn't a kiss and that he had just been struck with electricity. He kissed back nonetheless, He wanted to apologize and apologize until he was blue in the face. To tell Jack he had gotten his act together, fought demons and lost, but won eventually. He left his apartment in L.A in its sorry state, alcohol bottles littering the place. (I know he can't drink but it just adds affect.)
"Dont go." Jack spoke, gripping Marks shirt like he was saving him from something. Maybe he was. The red headed man agreed.
They lay on Jacks couch, cuddling as if Mark hadn't just came back after leaving Jack high and dry, as if Mark hadn't drank himself to rock bottom, as if Jack had forgive him, like they were married.
"You won't leave again, right? You'll stay."
"I will, I was scared but not anymore."
He stayed. And sometimes when he was late home, Jacks heartbeat would pick up, his mind screaming hes gone just as the door would open, finding Mark standing in it.