my only savior ❧ book one ❧ completed

Chapter Seventeen

Mark's brown eyes sparkled, his long hair gently blown out of his face. The look he had made it obvious he was serious.

He popped the question.

I laughed nervously and scratched the back of my neck.

"W-What?" My voice squeaked.

"I know it's stupid to ask, but I've learned I shouldn't always listen to my fans."

"Yes." I dropped my arms from around him.

"What?" He questioned. "We're you saying yes or agreeing about my fans?"

"I was saying yes."

He smiled widely and hugged his arms around me. He nudged his face in my neck.

"I swear I never wanted to hurt you." He mumbled.

"Mark?" I said and he replied with a "yes?"

"Aren't you supposed to propose with a ring?"

He froze. I laughed and hugged my arms around him.

"I don't really care."

•

We got back home and Mark and I agreed to explain everything. We sat down next to each other, his fingers intertwined with mine.

"Go ahead." My Aunt said.

"When I moved into my apartment, I bumped into him in the hall. I immediately recognized him as my idol, my happiness, my sunshine. He came by and said hi to me and we played some games together. We kept hanging out together and then one day," I paused, looking up at him. "We recorded a video for his YouTube channel together..

"And then we just, kind of, fell in love."

"So, Mark?" My Aunt started. "How much do you know about her?"

"I know she's special. I know the things she can do. She reads my mind all the time, but I'm sure all she finds is her." Mark sighed in the in love tone.

"Yeah, it's kind of annoying." I laughed.

"I know she's the kindest person in the world. She would never hurt a soul unless it hurt her. I know she is strong. Emotionally and physically. I know she likes snuggles on rainy days, as long as she watches Supernatural or Walking Dead at the same time. I know she gives the best hugs. The kind that you wish would never end. I know she's the softest kisser. Every time, full of passion. And I know that she is literally the love of my life."

"Honey, if you don't mind me asking, what happened with Darren?"

"Darren." I growled. "He hurt me. He would hit me almost everyday. I was worthless to him, his little pet or punching bag."

I felt Mark's grip get tighter on my hand.

"But he's gone," I said. "And I have my source of happiness."