mark comes back into the room, his cheeks are soaked from what i could see. my stomach goes un-easy and i desperately want to know what is going on.

mark covers his face with his hands as he lets all small sobs. my heart races even more and i try to bring myself to open my mouth.

"m-mark? why are you crying? what's wrong with me?" i ask frantically, my voice shaky and full of fear.

i only hear mark mumble "no" repeatedly into his hands before removing his hands and taking in a breath.