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Chapter 7
Sean's P.O.V.
Nine and-a-fourth Years Ago
Today started off not so great. I was supposed to be at Marks house at 11 o'clock a.m., but -just my luck- I forgot to set my alarm and was woken up by the sound of my phone ringing like a mad-man. The time on my phone read 11:15 and the caller was Mark. He had left countless messages asking if I was okay and what-not. I picked up my phone and told him why I was so late. I said I'd be over in half and hour. So I scrambled out of bed and slipped on my clothes. I dashed downstairs, grabbed a granola-bar, and left my house locking the door behind me.
I walked for twenty minutes before I got to Marks house. I opened the door which was unlock and stepped inside, shutting the door.
The first thing in heard was the sound of someone singing with a voice the should belong to someone who lived in the heavens. The voice was very angelic ; I just stood in the doorway listening to this person sing ; the voice belonged to Mark. I quickly recognised the song - Iris by the Goo-Goo dolls (the sleeping with sirens cover)
"And I'd give up forever to touch you, 'cause I know that you feel me somehow. You're as close as to heaven that I'll ever be, and I don't wanna go home right now."
It sounded like Mark was in the kitchen so I walked that way and stood in the doorway. Not to my surprise, I was correct. Mark was making something, but I didn't want to bother him so I just stayed silent.
"And all I can taste is this moment. All I can breathe is life. And sooner or later it's over. I just don't wanna miss you tonight."
Mark moves over to the fridge and pulled out : ham, Swiss cheese, dill pickles, and brown mustard. He then moved over to the pantry and grabbed four pieces of naan-bread.
"And I don't want the world to see me. 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's meant to be broken, I just want you to know who I am."
Mark put the Naan-bread into the oven to lightly toast- he pulled them out after a couple minutes. Mark then started to build the sandwiches ; starting with the bread, he covered one side in mustard then layered the rest of the ingredients onto. After he placed another piece of bread on top of the sandwich - this was repeated for the other two pieces of bread. He turned around when I started to sing the next verse.
"And I don't want the world to see me,"
Mark began to sing with me.
"'Cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's meant to be broken, I just want you to know who I am. I just want you to know who I am."
He set the sandwiches down and walked up to me and enveloped me into a hug, planting a kiss on my forehead.
" Why didn't you tell me you could sing?" I asked holding him by the shoulders - looking him in the eye.
"Hey! That was my question!" He laughed. "Care for some lunch?" He asked pointing at the food he prepared while he was singing.
"Sure."
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Authors Note
Buongiorno - meaning hello in italian. Sorry this is so short. Ik Ik I'll try and make the next chapter longer, but knowing me it will probably be normal length.
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2.) What do you think will happen next
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