Your POV

I started to hear footsteps coming up the stairs. I gathered my strength, rearing up my leg and giving Brad a good kick in the balls. I ran down my stairs and rapped my arms around Mark, crying softly into his shoulder. He left the hug suddenly and walked up toward where Brad was. Brad darted past him through the darkness and out of my door. I sighed slightly in relief, I was about to head back to bed when Mark grabbed my shoulders and pulled me to look at him. I looked him in the eyes for a second then started blushing, I looked at the ground.
"Who was that?" He asked, his chocolate brown eyes staring into my very being. (I think I may be slowly drifting to the point of no return here, I need to add more details. What do you guys think?)
"I'm not su-" Mark cut me off.
" (y/n)! I know you do so please... tell me." He whispered the last part, pure concern glistening in his eyes.
"You didn't let me finish." I choked, feeling my face starting to heat up, tears welling up in my eyes again. "I'm not sure anymore. He used to be kind and funny and he, well he-he-he....." I paused, I felt a couple warm tears drift off my face. I felt as if I were those tears, hurtling towards the ground from 150 feat up in the air. "He loved me." I finally finished and my sobs broke my words down to pieces, just as they had always done to me. I reached up to my right eye, feeling the scar above it before running my hand onto my scalp and grabbing a fistful of my (h/c) hair. (That means hair colour in case you didn't know) I wasn't pulling it out, I just needed something to hold on to, something to remind me who and where I was. To help me hang on to the pieces of me, to save the small fragments I had left.

Mark's POV

I looked at (y/n)'s messed up hair, she stared at me with a blank yet sad expression. I couldn't read her. She leaned into my chest, grabbing my shirt just below my shoulder blade, her other arm wrapping around my back. I pulled her into a bear hug, I didn't know what else to do other than that. Even in this state she was beautiful. 'What the hell Mark!? You sound like a literal cheesy pick up line!' I sighed and looked down at (y/n), her breath was steady and her face was soft. She had fallen asleep. I picked her up bridal style, she stirred slightly but didn't wake up. I set her down in her bed and pulled the covers up over her, I went downstairs. I didn't want to leave her alone, not tonight at least. I lay on the couch which had a snuggy on it already, I got dressed in my PJs (aka his boxers, as we've established) and put the snuggy on. Sleep found me soon after laying down so I shut my eyes, and let it swallow me whole.

Sorry it's been so long, I post slightly regularly. I only post on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Bye for now my Mellow Shmellows :3