"Your girlfriend?" You asked. You wanted to be shocked at the question but you just couldn't. You knew that Mark was going to ask you this at some point. But when he was at an asylum? Nope. You sure as hell didn't see that one coming. "Mark..."
"I know." He said, stopping you mid-sentence. "It's really bad timing. But I'm going to plunge into the deepest Hell of insanity soon. I know it. And I want to dedicate myself to you before then."
"Who said that you're going to go insane?" You asked.
"And who said that I'm not?" He asked.
"You'll be fine." You said. "And to answer your question, yes. I'll be your girlfriend."
He smiled at you and opened his mouth to say something. But he was rudely interrupted when a seizure came over him. You wanted to cry whenever this happened. You hated seeing him whenever this happened.
"Let's go (Y/N)." (R/N) said, lightly hitting you on the arm.
She grabbed your arm and began to drag you away. But that didn't stop you from not looking at him.

"(R/N)," you said when you were in the car. "what the hell have I gotten myself into?"
"Well, you said yes to dating a man who will most likely go insane." She said. "But hey, that was your decision, not mine."
"It's just," you said. "Mark and I have known each other since high school. I don't really remember us in high school , mostly because of the accident and he won't tell me. Anyway, what he did tell me is that we dated."
"Cute." (R/N) said. "Did he say anything as to why you two broke up?"
"Nope." You said. "Nothing at all."
"That sucks." She said. "But maybe you'll remember when you're old or something."
"That's reassuring." You said. "But I guess we'll see how this relationship goes I suppose."