Your POV
(There's a song. Play it when it begins in the story. Thanks! :3)

I walked out of the apartment, I was supposed to meet some other friends of mine with (g/b/f/n) and (o/g/b/f/n). We were going to Starbucks, our favorite coffee shop. We drank Frappe's and talked for hours, we caught up and they expressed how bad they felt that I had to leave Mark. I really didn't want to talk about it. It wasn't dark out just yet, I decided to go shopping with the girls. I don't think I have much of a choice anyway. As much as I didn't want to hurt Mark, all I could think of was me staring into his beautiful chocolate brown eyes, his passionate kisses, the way he liked to tell me how beautiful I was, how much he loved me. I wiped these thoughts out of my head, I needed to stop thinking about him. I got this really cute white and green dress, (referencing picture in the next chapter over) it was beautiful. I went home with my two besties and tried the dress on, I spun around in front of the mirror, giggling at how strange I was.
"Hey guys!?" I yelled to my two friends.
"Yes, (y/n)?" (G/b/f/n) called to me.
"I'm going for a walk." I was already at the front door, grabbing my jean jacket and guitar.
"Okay." She said from the kitchen, I ran out into the cool air, feeling it blow my hair behind me. I knew of a nice river right by where me and my friends lived, I could see it from here. The moon reflected off the water, it was almost as if the water was like the mirror the moon used to check how it looked that night, though the moon always let off a beautiful white glow. I finally reached the river, the stones by the river were always perfect skipping stones. The beautiful night, the thoughts in my head, this song was perfect for the scenario, I knew that there was a reason I brought my guitar. I got it out and started strumming chords, I found the right ones and started playing it.

Mark's POV

I decided to go for a walk by this river I passed by earlier, I reached a bend when I heard a familiar voice singing...

Your POV

'White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste,"

I sung out, listening to the lyrics in a new light, as if I'd just heard them for the first time in my life.

"Lights gone, days end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men,"

I start to tear up, thinking about the "strange man" I fell in love with, though that isn't what the song meant, that's what it meant to me.

"And they say
She's in the class A team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries,"

"And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside, tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly, for angels to fly,"

I dance around, singing my heart out. Tears stream down my face.

Mark's POV

"Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes," (y/n) sang, I'd heard this song before, I knew a lot of the lines. I was hiding behind a tree, listening to
(y/n), when she turned around. She didn't see me, but I saw the tears in her eyes.

"Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone," I saw this as the perfect opportunity to show her I was there, I waited until it was time, and interrupted the chorus.

"And they say
She's in the class A team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries," I sang to her, she saw me come out from behind the tree. She stared into my eyes and her voice started cracking as we began the last parts of the song.

"And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple grams
But she don't want to go outside, tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the motherland
Or sells love to another man
Its too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line,"

"And they say
She's in the class A team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries,"

They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
And we're under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And we don't want to go outside, tonight
And in the pipe fly to the motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly, angels to fly
To fly, fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Angels to die."

At the end she leapt into my arms, waterfalls of tears fell from her eyes, wetting my shirt. I hugged her tight.

Your POV

"Mark," I began, my voice cracking a little. "I love you, I just... I don't want you to get hurt." Mark looked me in the eyes, how I've longed to stare into those gorgeous brown eyes.
"(Y/n), listen. You leaving it's- it's far worse than anything those people could do to me. I missed you, so much." He told me, he looked like he was about to cry. It broke my heart.
"Mark I-" I was interrupted by a soft kiss being planted on my lips, I leaned in, kissing him passionately. I missed this.
"I love you." Mark reiterated
"I believe you." I whispered, pulling him in for another kiss. This is what I wanted for the rest of my life just me and him standing by the lake, kissing under the moonlight.

Hey guys, soooooo, waddya think? Is it good? I certainly hope so! Any who, catcha later, Ma Mellow Shmellows.