nineteen.

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*Mark's POV*

I wake up with a pounding headache and an unusually sore neck. I leave my eyes closed for a while enjoying the warmth and comfort of my own bed. I smile as I hear a familiar voice. Wait... where am I? I open my eyes to find a room that is not my own and not familiar whatsoever. The television is on but it's quiet and somehow dull. It seems like I've slept for years but I still feel exhausted. I sit up and notice that I'd been laying on a couch— Super comfortable btw. I also notice that I hadn't been alone on this couch. I see a vivid green tuft of hair and an effulgent smile and all the memories from the previous day come flooding back. Airplanes, Felix, Ireland, Jack, Signe, knives, demons, and the reason all this happened- telling Jack that I liked him and him saying he liked our friendship too. Friendzoned? Is that how he really feels? I really came all this way to get friendzoned.

~hey guys!! not used to writing again yet so here's a shorter lil thang. hoping to write more for the ones who've stayed :)

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