(AN: at one point in the story, Felix says that he couldn't have just Googled it, even though he probably could've. Alas! On with the story!)
"Why couldn't you just leave it alone! You know I don't like talking about my father!"
"I'm sorry, but I just wanted to know that you were okay because you were looking at me as if you were about to commit suicide!"
"Then you should've just left me be!"
"Mark, you know I can't do that. Not when you look like that."
"You should've known!"
"If you spoke to me about it, I would've known! It's not like I can just Google these things!"
"If you actually cared you would've known."
"You take that back right now. You suddenly accuse me of not caring about you?! I am your fiancé!"
"Don't pull that card, Felix."
"I'm not pulling any cards, Mark. I'm just saying that if I really didn't care about you, would I really be your fiancé?"
"Sure, because that's the kind of person you are."
"I would never Mark! Not to you! I wouldn't betray you like that!"
"Really? Because I've see you do that to plenty of people before and I am worried if I'm going to be next!"
"But Mark, you are the reason I changed from the person I was before. It was you."
"This isn't about me. This is about you and what you think of everyone else. It's just your own little world!"
"It's not like that Mark!"
"I've been nice to everyone for so long, but that's no excuse to treat me like shit Felix!"
Silence suddenly filled the room.
"I think we should take a break."
"No, Mark, please. I love you."
"No, Felix, I need time, time to think, time to sort out, time to think if we're really meant to be."
"Don't do this Mark."
"Just leave Felix."
And so he did.

Felix went outside into the cool September air. He got into his car, and drove away, as far as he could, as fast as he could. For some reason, he knew exactly where he was going.
Driving along the roads of Los Angeles was hard. Especially when you've just had a fight with your fiancé that could ruin your relationship forever. Felix repeated the same words over and over again in his head.
I'm not going to cry.
I'm not going to cry.
I'm not going to cry.
Shit, I'm going to cry.
And he burst into tears. The salty water clouded his vision, but kept him awake. It made him even more alert when he stopped at his destination.
It was the beach.
It was their beach.
And it was empty.
It was fully illuminated by the moonlight on the sand and the water. Felix just sat down, in the exact same spot where they had sat just a few month earlier.
Oh how Felix missed him.
Were things ever going to be the same?
Probably not.
Ugh, why did relationships have to be so hard?
Why did life have to be so hard?
Mark's words are heard clearly through his mind,
"Because, if life wasn't hard, we wouldn't try, and if we don't try, why do we bother?"
But why did they all have to suffer?
Felix was sad.
More sad than he was about his parents rejecting him.
More sad than he'd ever been.
Because he might've just lost the love of his life.
"Felix?"
"Mark!"
Felix got up and ran to Mark, who was standing by the car.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I was a dick and I should've known."
"No Felix, you did nothing wrong, it was me. Hey, if I hadn't told you anything about it, how were you to know?"
"So the real question is, Felix, do you forgive me?"
"Yes, even though there's nothing to forgive you for. And to be completely honest, K missed you so much."
"Really? We were barely gone from each other an hour."
"Yeah, but anytime I'm without you, I miss you. And I really thought I was going to loose you this time."
"Felix, I love you, more than you could possibly imagine."
"Really? Cause take that, and times it by 10. That's how much I love you."