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Jack's POV

Everything was going great, and I mean it. Mark and I both came out and told each other how we felt, we both hit another milestone, I moved in with Mark and Chica. Everything was going great. I think it might have been our first anniversary when Mark gave me a locket. I had the locket with his face in it and he had the one with mine in it. We loved each other, we really did. Unfortunately, one day we both changed. I started yelling at the little things he did, he would get annoyed and yell as well. We used to tell eachother how much they meant to us, but now it was always how annoying they were. We never broke up like that. Some day's I wish I did but something always brought me back to him, or something about me had him glued to me. It's almost like we loved to hate each other, putting on fake smiles for the camera, making mean jokes about the other then laughing it off, no one suspected a thing. We both wore our lockets, simply to remind ourselves of better times. I didn't like this, I had noticed Mark looking really sad or lost in deep thoughts that brought him to tears. I would also see him holding onto his locket. One day while Mark was recording, I decided I was gonna try and make things better. I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote this:

"Dear Mark,

Forgive me, I have been harsh and unloving. I sometimes forget how much you actually mean to me. I love you Mark, I really do. I love your smile, your laugh, the way you care about everyone you meet. You deserve someone who treated you better than I did, I'm willing to change. I want things to be better than the way they are. I want to be able to tell you 'I love you' before bed, and not feel like I'm faking it or forcing it. I want to love you like I did, I can only hope that you feel the same.

Love,

Jack"

Once I was done writing the letter I slipped it under the crack in the door and got started making dinner, it was my night to make dinner anyway. I had set the beef out a while before to defrost, I had the pan heated up so it would help cook it faster, I threw the meat in the pan and cooked it and mashed it with a wooden spoon to turn it into ground beef. After cooking the rest of the food and seasoning it I set everything up for a taco bar. I set the spoon down and walked over to the recording room door and knocked on it softly. No response, I cracked open the door to find the note and Mark gone. He must've walked out when I was cooking, it was odd normally I hear the door open.

"Mark? Where are you? Dinner's ready" I almost yelled while looking around the house for him. I was about to call him when I heard soft crying from the bathroom. I knocked on the door with the back of my hand.

"Mark? Is everything alright?" The cries stopped for a moment before I heard faint footsteps and the door click. I knocked again, a bit louder this time.

"Mark, please come out, I'm worried about you." I pulled on the handle for a moment before remembering the bathroom key was, I grabbed it and walked back over to the door.

"I'm coming in Mark." I unlocked the door and pushed it open. He cried a bit louder. He was sitting in the bathtub, holding my letter close to his chest. He looked up at me with tear-stained cheeks.

"D-did you really m-mean it...?" I climbed into the tub and sat down next to him and nodded.

"Yes, Every. Single. Word." He pulled the note away from his chest a bit to look at it again, I saw the wet spots that had covered part of the page. He looked back up at me before jumping up a bit and hugging me close, and tight.

"I-I'm so so sorry.....I'm so sorry...." He repeated over and over as he cried into my shoulder, I welled up a bit myself and returned the hug, rubbing soothing circles in his back in attempts to calm him down. He sobbed out a couple more times before pulling his head away to look up at me. I wiped away his tears and he rested his head on my hand. He put his hand on the back of mine, still looking at me with sad puppy dog eyes.

"We can make this better, but first let's eat okay....Babe?" He smiled a bit and nodded. He helped me out of the bathtub and we walked downstairs to eat. After dinner was all cleaned up, we walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. We sat there in silence for a moment looking at each other. Mark looked down at his lap.

"I-I'm sorry Sean, I've just been a bit more stressed and irritable. I shouldn't have yelled, I shouldn't have gotten mad at things you couldn't control, I was horrible to you. I'm so so sorry." He looked at me, giving me a sad but still kind smile.

"I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have let my anger get the best of me. Editing has been a bit trickier since my software isn't working the way it normally did and it was really irritating to me, I shouldn't have blamed you for it." We hugged, our lockets getting stuck together. As the day's went on things did get better, Mark and I both calmed down, I fixed my computer, we were happy. We loved each other... That was....Until Anti ruined it for me.... He had taken over one day after I was done recording. I kept fighting and begging him not to mess this up, not to hurt anyone. He ignored my cries and walked right out into the living room. Mark looked up from the book he was reading.

"Hey Jack, how's recording?" He set down his book and gave his attention to Anti. Anti yanked the locket off of his neck, breaking the chain, and slammed it on the ground, the glass covering the pictures shattering.

Mark's POV

"We're done." Jack started to walk towards the door, I ran over to him and grabbed his wrist.

"Wait Jack! Why are you leaving, please stay." He jerked his wrist away and looked at me with cold dead eyes.

"It's you."

"W-what...?" He growled at bit.

"That's it, you're stupid, you can't comprehend that you're the one who messed it up. I shouldn't have been the one to apologize, you should of. I should have been the one who had to say

I was sorry for your mistakes! IT'S YOU!!! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!!" I teared up, I didn't want to get mad, I just wanted him to stay with me.

"Sean... I-I don't understand. I thought we made up. I-"

"THAT'S WHAT YOU DON'T GET!! WE NEVER MADE UP! I APOLOGIZE YOU JUST WENT ALONG WITH IT!! YOU DIDN'T CHANGE! THAT'S WHY I'M LEAVING!!! AND IF YOU CAN'T GET IT THROUGH YOUR THICK HEADED SKULL MAYBE YOU SHOULD LOOK IT UP!!!" I started crying, but then I noticed something. The whites of his eyes were black, and ever so faitly I could see the faint outline of Jack. He was pounding his fists against it from the inside as if he was trapped inside glass. I wiped my tears.

"I'm not playing your game Anti. Let him go." I said sternly, seeing Jack smile a bit from the inside. Anti chuckled, letting his teeth go to his normal fangs and green smoke to come out of the corners of his eyes.

"Well, you figured it out quick, I thought you were gonna let me walk out that door. When Jack came back to you telling you the truth, you would turn him down. Leaving you both in misery." His hands grew to claws and he walked towards me intimidatingly. I jumped back as he swung his claw at me, nearly cutting me. He kept swinging, I kept dodging, but not without getting a few cuts. He used some sort of magic to throw me up against a wall. I breathed heavily trying to regain my breath after the impact knocked the wind out of me. I fell to the floor, he had grabbed a knife from the kitchen. I was shaking I was so scared, Jack looked scared too from what I could see.

"Heh, look at you... All shaking and scared, how did Jack find a loser like you." He grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me up holding the knife a few inches away from my face.

"Hope you said your go-"

"DON'T YOU DARE HURT HIM!!!!" Jack's voice echoed through the house, cutting Anti off. Anti dropped the knife and grabbed his head letting me go, I fell back to the floor still shaking. He fell onto the floor and shook a bit, gripping onto his hair. I carefully crawled over to him.

"J-Jack....?" He jerked his head up to look at me. One eye was the ocean blue, I'd come to love. The other still black. He shook his head and both eyes returned to normal. He groaned and fell on to me.

"Sorry... I don't know where he came from... I didn't-" I cut him off and wrapped my arms around him.

"It's okay, it wasn't you..." I stopped and looked over at his locket.

"Maybe we can take it to that Bismuth place to get your locket fixed." He chuckled and snuggled into my chest.

"I was so worried Mark....I thought he was gonna kill you..." He sniffled and curled up in a ball and snuggled into my lap. I rubbed his back and we soon fell asleep on the floor. I woke up and looked out the window, it was still dark out. Jack was still in my lap, I picked him up and carried him upstairs and up to bed. He snuggled into the sheets and smiled softly. I kissed his forehead before holding him close as I laid down. I smiled as I drifted to sleep having dreams of good days.

Thank God for those lockets.