Ever since we met, I knew I loved you.

Ever since you disappeared, I knew I had to find you.

Now it's been four years and here you are, without a clue of what's been going on.

You remember me, you missed me, but have no idea of what I've gone through to find you.

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I sat in silence, like always. The warmth from my coffee fading away as I had been sitting here for about fourty-five minutes.

It's been four years since Mark disappeared. His voice, laughter and face fading from my memory.

I'm thirty, now. Living in a simple house in front of a lively valley, a river running through it, giving me the small sense of happiness that I'd been lacking.

But even the mere thought of Mark makes me quake with sadness.

The jingle of a bell made me break away from my thoughts.

I sniffled and wiped my nose with a napkin, trying to keep myself from crying.

That's when I thought I heard a familiar voice.

Like Mark's...

I turned my head and saw a man with thick, black hair and a tight red shirt ordering from the counter.

Is that...? It can't be... right?

Once he paid, he turned around, catching my eyes glued to him.

Those dark eyes, tan skin and messy, unbrushed hair. His large arms and small, slanted eyes.

I knew him.

It was Mark.

It was my Mark.

From the small smile he cracked, I knew he recognized me too.

He made a beeline my way, his eyes overflowing with tears.

I stood up and rushed into his arms, letting all my tears fall.

Mark wrapped his arms around my back and pushed me as close to him as humanly possible.

The faded scent of spearmint, Lynx, and his usual ashy fragrance all combined together made me feel extremely nostalgic.

"Y/n, I missed you... so fucking much..." Mark mumbled into my hair.

I nodded, unable to speak, only tightening my grip on Mark's back.

After a bit, he let go, his hands going to my shoulders to get a good look at me.

His honey brown eyes grazed over me, making my eyes dart nervously to the floor as a red tint rolled out onto my cheeks.

He smiled, "You're still as beautiful as I remember."

I looked up, his, now all black, hair fluffy and messy, like always. His muscles, more times and defined, and his overall stature a work of art.

"I think there's some things we ought to discuss."