// Mark's P.O.V //
Sean and I ate the spaghetti. He was so perfect. I don't even know how I deserve him. Sean was like the syrup topping just to perfect the cake.
"This is really good Mark."
"Th-Thank you.."
I blushed as of being flattered. My cheeks now a light shade of red, heating up now. I felt something in my stomach flutter as he said the words. Despite he was my lover, I couldn't help but feel butterflies around him.
He twirled the fork, swirling the noodles onto his fork. Lifting up the silverware, he put the food in his mouth. I took a sip of the wine, letting Sean eat peacefully. Once we through eating, Sean looked at me and smiled.
I looked back and smiled back bashfully. He held my hand, it was just small little acts of love to start our relationship. Small pecks on the lips, hand holding, cuddling, hugging, just small things.
Some will die too late. Somebody too soon.
The thought ran through my mind, hitting at my heart and stabbing it like a knife. I let it roll of my back like water. I let go of Sean's hand and stood up, getting the dishes. I washed them in the sink.
I always had a stupid fear of the ocean, the idea of death, mannequins, animatronics, puppets, and not waking up. I always tried to overcome these fears, but nothing to my avail. Sean was watching T.V. and I was humming quietly as I continued to scrub dishes.
"This world will never be…what I expected.."
Sean looked at me.
"And if I don't belong…who would have guessed it..?"
Sean looked hurt to hear those words, I was completely unaware of it.
"And I will leave alone, everything that I own. To make you feel like, it's not too late. It's never too late…"
Sean stood up
I felt someone touch my arm. Gasping sharply, I jerked and accidentally cut my finger on a knife. It stung badly. I pulled my hand out of the water quickly as a jerk reaction. I shook my bleeding hand, seeing it had sliced the skin between my index finger and my thumb.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry Mark! I-I didn't mean to startle you!"
I smiled through the pain, reassuring him that it was alright. The blood now trickling down my palm, he insisted on wash the dishes. Though I told him I was okay, he made me go sit on the couch.
I smiled and shook my head as I trudged over to the couch. I heard the dishes clink and clatter as he washed them. I layer on the couch, getting Sean's headphones and phone. I began to play music.
// Sean's P.O.V //
I told Mark to go lay on the couch while I washed the dishes. After all, it was my fault. I heard music blasting out of my headphones, though it was quite faint. I sighed and finished up the dishes.
There was just something about Mark that had me stuck on a feeling. I dried my hands and raked my fingers through my hair. I knew I had to make sure he could get some sleep. I went to Mark's room, grabbing his phone.
I wonder what he's done on his phone lately.671Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡusuQoV1bZi
