Mark's P.O.V
"I can't deal with this anymore! I'm going out!" I grab my coat and rush out of the door. (Y/N) and I have been married for 6 months and she's the love of my life, but I can't deal with the arguments. We literally argue about everything. I truly love her with all of my heart, but sometimes I need to get away. I jumped into the car not knowing where to go. After driving for about 30 minuets, I see neon lights illuminating the whole parking lot. I read the sign 'Billy's Bar'. I park my car and climb out. I walk into the dark wooded double doors and it was basically empty besides the old bartender. I heard old country music playing in the background. "Can I get whisky on the rocks?" I ask sitting on the bar stool with my head in my hands. "What brings you here so late son?" the elderly man asks. He had a strong southern drawl and was wearing a stripped button up shirt with dark slacks. I sigh "Relationship problems." He nods "I see, you and your lady not getting along?" I pick my head up from my hands "I don't know what it is, we've only been married 6 months and we argue about everything." I couldn't believe I was venting to some old man at a bar, but I needed to talk to someone. He chuckles a bit "Oh yeah, that happened a lot between me and my wife." he handed me a black and white picture. "That's Jane, wasn't she beautiful?" he smiled. Wait, was? "What happened to her? If you don't mind me asking." I say handing him back the picture. "Cancer." his eyes glazed over with water. "I'm sorry." I hang my head. "No son, its fine. Just cherish yours while you can, you all may argue now but a relationship isn't a relationship without arguments. And if you two came this far, can't nothin' change that." he says patting my shoulder. "Me and Jane would argue till the cows came home, but our love stayed the same for 30 years." I smile and nod. "Thank you sir." Even though I didn't get my whisky on the rocks, I lay a 20 dollar bill on the counter and wave good bye. The old man was right, I loved (Y/N) way to much to just let arguments come between us. I hopped back in my car and drive back home to the love of my life.
I pull up to the apartment complex and make my way to the stairs. I walk up to the door and unlock it, (Y/N) was sitting at the table crying. Her head shot up when I closed the door. "Mark?" she said in shock. "I thought you weren't coming back." she stood up walking slowly towards me. "I'm sorry for causing the argument honey, I love you so much and I-I just-." I cut her off by cupping her face. "I'm sorry too baby, I shouldn't have walked out. I love you and I'm not gonna let arguments cause us to break up." I lower my face closer to hers and let our lips connect, and it felt like the first time. Her arms wrap around my neck and I move mine to her waist pulling her closer to me, deepening the kiss. I pull back with our foreheads still touching "Being away from you for more than an hour was agony." I laugh. "I love you (Y/N) and I don't know where I would be without you." I say as I kiss her forehead. "I love you too honey." Who knew an old bartender could make me see that. I don't think I could go though life without her, she's definitely the only woman I want.
