Mark's Pov
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'Mark.. It's me, Mark... It's Jack. Mark, I love you! Please! Remember me, Mark! Please!' The green haired boy pleaded

'I'm sorry Jack. I don't remember you..' I reply in a soft tone.

My throat aches as my words claw at it.

'Look at your arm, Mark. That's why you don't remember me... You could have died... I wouldn't be able to live without you. I'd rather have you alive without remembering me... Than dead..' His tone dipped to a much quieter volume.

I glance at my cut covered arm. Blood.

Blood is the most vivid part.

I.. I remember doing this when the green-haired man broke down the door...

I remember when we first met..

How many times I'd told him to die...

How soft his lips felt from our first kiss...

Our first date at the bowling alley...

Our midnight dance...

Our first time...

How many times I dreamed about him..

When I proposed...

Blury yet... I remember.

'Mark.. I want to marry you so much...' His hand reached into my pocket to take out a ring.

He kneed down and out of his mouth came five elegant words.

'Mark... Will you marry me?'

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ARE YOU PROUD MA!!!!????