Your POV

        I walked down the sidewalk. The sun was suddenly shining, everything seemed perfect.
        "I hope the weather is a metaphor for my situation..." I mumbled to myself as I watched cars drive by.
        When I reached the door of Mark's and my house I debated with myself on weather I should knock or walk in. I just decided to wing it and walk in. When I did I saw Mark's head shoot up to me, I could tell he had been crying and his hands were clasped together. He ran up to me and hugged me tight.
        "(Y/n) I'm... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-" I interrupted him by giving him a kiss. When I pulled away he just stared blankly at me.
        "Mark, it's alright. You don't have to apologize. If you don't want yo tell me what's wrong you don't have to. I shouldn't have pushed you so far." I told him, shaking from trying to hold in my tears, but to no avail. They poured out and showed no sign of stopping. Mark lifted my head up so our eyes met as he wiped the tears from mine.
        "I love you..." Mark whispered. I smiled at him.
        "I love you too, Mark." I choked, pressing our foreheads together. I don't think that there's a more perfect person out there...