(Mark's P.O.V.)

I'm standing on a beach, everything silent except for the quiet waves lapping at the shore. I watch as the waves move, the movements not exactly steady and can range from weak to powerful in a second. The water is mesmerizing, something I normally wouldn't say since it's the ocean. But this ocean, this seems perfect to me. No, not perfect. But close to it. It's not quite the right color, for no ocean or sky could perfectly capture the color of his eyes. It doesn't matter anyways, he's gone and I only want that color to be a part of him. 

I'm standing in only jeans and my lucky flannel, a black t-shirt under it. For a beach, I would expect it to be windy and somewhat cold, however for some reason this beach is nothing but warm and comforting. There's only a slight breeze, the sand barely moving, and the temperature is just perfect, not to cold and not to hot. It would have been a perfect place to bring Seán on a date, but no, he left before I got the chance. 

He would have tried to convince me to go in the water, and to go swimming with him. I wouldn't let him drag me into the depths of the ocean, to scared I'd drown and in turn dragging him away for fear of the same thing. I would ignore the children laughing, and instead we'd just walk along the sand until we got under a boardwalk. We would splash around at the very edge of the water, the cold ocean barely reaching our ankles. 

Then, under the boardwalk, at sunset, I would take his hand and go on one knee and propose like I always wanted to do. He would say yes, and we'd kiss. The demons in our head would scream, reminding us of how broken we are, but we'd pay no mind because our love would drown them out. We'd go home and cuddle, admiring the ring and making future plans. Then we'd get married, we'd adopt kids, we'd tame the beasts in our minds. We'd raise a kid, a girl that we could love and call our own. 

We would teach her the fundamentals of life, including video games, and eventually when we found the time is right we'd introduce her to the demons. They would take care of her, and she'd help keep us in check. We would take her to school. We would play games with her. We would pick at her boyfriends, or girlfriends, to make sure they don't harm her. We would be a perfect family. The three of us, or five if you count Anti and Dark. We'd all be perfect and happy. 

But he left. Seán is gone, and because of that we will never be perfect. We will never get married, and we will never adopt a little girl, and we will never tame the beasts. 

And then the memories start flying back. As I stand on the beach I remember the events leading up to this. First tears, and then blood, and then beeping, and then this. Somehow, from there I got to here. To this beautiful piece of scenery, where everything is calm and wonderful. The waves grow slightly weaker, but still keep up their rhythmic pace. I watch, almost wanting to run into the water and wake up. But I don't. I stay here, still as a rock, just standing on this lovely beach. 

"Mark?" My eyes widen, tears falling from my eyes almost immediately as I recognize that lovely Irish accent I've fallen in love with. I turn around, and standing at the end of the beach, near a forest I didn't recognize, is Seán. 

He looks amazing, with his brown hair and blue hoodie. There's no injuries on him, no nothing. And his eyes... His eyes are shining just as bright as they did when he was alive. I inhale shakily and without a second thought I run up to him, grabbing him and hugging him tightly. He hugs me back, tears soaking my shoulder as my tears run down his neck.

I pay no attention to the now completely still waves. I pay no attention to the sudden relief I feel. All I know is that I'm standing in front of Seán and that's all that I care about, all that matters. 

"Oh my god Seán I missed you so much." I cry, whispering as I can't get myself to say much of anything else. He cries too, shaking his head. 

"Mark, why did you do that? You just gave up on..." He doesn't say it, he just hugs me tighter. I nod, knowing very well what I did and not regretting it at all. Because I am now here, with him, and we're perfect. I back away, and he does as well, still holding my hand. He smiles at me, and I smile at him, and everything is wonderful again. 

"Well, let's go home."