Mark's POV

The whole ride to (Y/N's) place, I was just a bundle of nervs. 'I feel so stupid for not even noticing I had that video. That video could have changed a lot of things quickly. This whole time, I've been depressed, I quit making videos and really just shut the whole world out. If only I had found this video sooner I could have somehow got her to see it. Then maybe everything would have been okay. Now that I know the pain of losing her, I never wanna lose her again.'

We pulled up to a semi detached house, reading 54 above the mailbox. I followed everyone's lead and jumped out of the car. (YC/N) just walked through the door like she owned the place calling out for (Y/N) to no avail.A slender, older woman appeared in the door frame to what seemed to be the kitchen. "She isn't here. She left like 20 minutes ago with that boy down the street." -- "what do you mean she left? Where'd she go?" The woman seemed confused by the question. "The airport..? Didn't she tell you she managed to exchange her ticket for an earlier flight?"-- "NO she didn't!" She took out her cell phone and called (Y/N) "I guess she also failed to mention her phone's screwed from water damage. She'll be without a phone until they send her a replacement." --"You gotta be fucking kidding me!" I had never seen (YC/N) run any faster then she did back to the car. "We gotta move quick."

A short trip on the highway and we were there in no time. 'Fuckin cabbie took the long way to get more money.' We parked the car and caught a near by shuttle bus to the airport. The crowd was huge, there's no way we'll find her in this. "Look!" (YC/N) pointed to an monitor hanging over head with flight information. Only one flight going to New York this morning. "Gate 12, Come on, Run!"
I thought I was having a panic attack. I had this overwhelming sensation of being detached from my surroundings, like this wasn't really happening. I was sweaty and shaking, my heart was racing but I kept running.
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Your POV

"Look, I know this isn't the right time to say this but that guy has no idea how good of a thing he lost. If I was your man, I'd never even consider doing you wrong." I looked up at (GF/N) puzzled. "What are you saying?"--"I'm saying you deserve so much better."
I just looked down at my feet. I couldn't think straight. Every rational thought process I had was interrupted with visions of Mark. My lips began to quiver and my eyes became overwhelmed with tears. (GF/N) just lifted my chin up "I'm here, and I always will be." For the first time, our lips met. It wasn't at all unpleasant but it didn't feel or taste like Mark's lips. Which hurt me even more. 'One day someone will walk into your life and make you see why it didn't work out with anyone else. Would it be wrong to consider other people? No. I know he did me wrong but, I love Mark. That feeling just doesn't go away.' Tears began to roll down my heated cheeks and I broke from his embrace. "I have to go."
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Mark's POV
My racing heart only came to a stop when we finally arrived at just before gate 12. There she was, off in the distance, lip-locking another guy. 'Am I too late?' I watched in disbelief as they parted ways, she went through check and he left her side. I was fuming. I might have raged hard playing I Am Bread, but this was bullshit. My fight or flight sense kicked into turbo, and I charged him. "Hey man, what's up?" The guy quested as I approached him. "That's my girlfriend you're kissing!" he just smiled and laughed, "Oh, she's you're girlfriend? Ah you must be Mark, well see here's the thing. She's fair game now. You fucked up. Now she's with me and, I can't wait to see your ex girlfriends pretty little mouth wrapped around my junk. Think you'll wanna kiss her again after my junk's been down her throat?" 

I wasn't taking none of that shit. "Oh, haha this kid's got jokes." I cupped my hand into a fist, and socked him a good one in the jaw. I watched the split second as his eyes rolled back, and he dropped to the floor. Arin grabbed a hold of me, and held me back from trying to get at him again. 
I was surrounded by security guards moments later. We were then escorted out of the building. 
"Woahhhhhhhh! Mark, that was amazing" Arin screamed. "I think I broke my knuckles." 
My hand was hot and beet red. The entirety of my right hand was throbbing, but the sheer adrenaline rush I was experiencing made it easier to deal with. I sat there on a bench, outside one of the doors, putting up and act for them to give them the idea I was okay but in truth, I was completely devastated. 'She's moved on....' -- "That's it, game over." I felt their cold stare corse through my veins when I expressed the idea of giving up. "Can we just get out of here please. It was a mistake to come. I-I'll be a gentlemen and accept the fact that she's moved on. I tried, and as long as she's happy that's all I want. She deserves to be happy, I just wish it was with me." -- "I-I'm Sorry, Mark. I'll drop you guys off at a motel, come on...." 
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Your POV

This isn't at all how I imagined it would be like when I went to Julliard. I thought I'd be happy and excited but, I'm far from it. I sat slouched in my seat, looking out the window as we preapired to take off. A young couple a little older then myself took their seat beside me. He reminded me so much of Mark with the; dark hair, glasses and wearing flannel. If that wasn't enough of a reminder, I could smell the Mark's cologne off him. 'Is the universe taunting me! Sitting me next to someone who reminds me of Mark, yet he's all over another woman!' I buckled my seat belt and watched the little video on emergency exits. 'Why do I need to know this? Death wouldn't be so cruel at this moment anyway.'