I read the tweet/post a few days ago. I almost cried. I didn't expect the situation to be this serious. For those of you who don't know, Daniel from Cyndago has passed away. May he rest in peace.
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   Mark will not forget the day he met you.
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   "Hi! Didn't think you would actually be here. I've been stood up before." You had exclaimed the day you first saw him. The both of you were forced to go on a blind date by a close friend. That close friend also chose where the dinner would be at. The place was nice; cheap chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, marble tables accompanied by soft, velvet seats. It was good, especially the fact that both dates were there.

   "Well, I though the same as you." The man said as he held his hand out, "I'm Mark by the way."

You smiled and shook his hand. "My name's (Y/n)."

And with that, the two of you had the best night of your lives. You laughed, smiled, and blushed. A lot. As for Mark, he laughed, smiled, and smirked. But with that night only, it made you realize how much you were missing the feeling. The feeling of being loved.

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Mark will not forget the day he asked you out.
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   You and Mark had been friends for a few years now. Although the date was perfect, you both decided to be friends until you actually knew each other more. That has been the excuse all the way until now. Mark has feelings for you; he realized that a long time ago. Now, the hard part is telling you. It worried him. What if you said no and stopped being his friend? He would rather live without holding you than live without seeing you. And the worst part is the fact that he was being totally cliche. This was a problem in movies and books, now he was adding it to his life. Amusing, isn't it?

   Now, the both of you were sitting in the recording room playing some games. Some were short games while others were series. You and Mark played for hours. The screen was filled with different images each second, slowly creating the story. This is what you loved about games. The story. Since you loved reading and writing, this made sense to Mark.

Today was the Saturday. Today as the day. Today was the day he would confess his feelings. The only problem was the fact that their was no right moment. He didn't know what he expected, after all, they were playing action games all day. What would be the perfect moment in a day like this? It's not like he regrets the way he hung out with you, it was one of the funnest moments of his life. But he still waited, and waited, and waited. All the way until the screen showed a different image, one that could help him.

   The main character was leaning in to kiss a girl. The connection was slow, but it was enough time for Mark to turn his head, hold yours in his hand, and kiss you. It felt magical to him. Emotions exploded inside of him; happiness, excitement, love. Although those were inside of you too, you felt them a bit differently. You were filled with surprise and joy. You had liked him for a while now and was waiting for him to make a move. You hadn't expected it to be today. You melted into the kiss and leaned toward him; both your lips moving in sync with each other. This lasted for a few minutes before you pulled away from the lack of air. You both beamed at one another before Mark spoke.

"(Y/n), I've liked you for awhile now. I love your laugh, your eyes, your hair, the way you care for everyone. (Y/n), I love you."

Your eyes watered at the sound of this. It wasn't as romantic as you had dreamed, but beggars can't be choosers. You threw your arms around his neck; a smile happily spread across your face.

"I love you too, Mark!" You exclaimed as you pulled away and leaned in for one last kiss.
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Mark will not forget the day he popped the question.
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   Mark closed his eyes and took in a breath. His hand nervously fiddled with the small, velvet, box in his pocket. He was getting ready to propose to you, now beginning to regret his entire decision. Mark had planned everything out; from the ring to the location. But that fact scared him. If he had things under control, then how easy would it be for a tiny thing to mess it up. It could be too windy or rainy or hot, then you would want to go home and ruin all of his plans. Silently, he hoped that wasn't the case.

   You were both sitting side by side on the couch in your shared apartment. Both your's and Mark's hand had a controller in them. Mark had suddenly wanted to play a PS4 game with you, which confused the heck out of you. You and his fans knew that he preferred computer games, but you decided not to question it. The game was interesting, each level having odd characters and weapons. You were a purple thing with a laser-gun-object in your hand. Mark was a pink character (obviously) with a curvy sword. It was a co-op game where you kill monsters in a weird place. It was starting to get fun, before you saw Mark visibly sweating. You raised an eyebrow and paused the game.

   "Hey, you alright?" You asked as you set down you controller. Mark jumped at the sound of your voice and forced a smile.

   "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." Mark said while un-pausing the game.

   You hesitantly picked up your controller and turned back to the game. You guys continued for a bit before a screen showed up, showing the end of the level. Instead of showing the points and how many kills we got, the characters walked out onto the screen. Mark's character jumped and slashed random lines onto the background of the screen. Your character pulled out her laser gun and zapped holes into the screen. It was all scrambled up and confusing. Deciding to let it finish its art, you closed your eyes and rested your head in your hands.

   When you opened your eyes, two words were created, Mark's character slashing an X on the bottom right of the screen. You widened your eyes and gasped. It read 'Marry Me?' with two boxes next to a check mark and X. You looked at Mark and gasped again, tears appearing at the corner of your eyes. Your boyfriend was kneeling down in front of you with and velvet box in his hands. Before he spoke you jumped onto him, arms instantly wrapping around his neck. You whispered 'Yes, Yes, Yes!' into his neck and pulled away. You kissed him passionately on the lips, then looked at him in the eyes, waiting for him to say something. It seemed like Mark was still processing everything that just happened. When he snapped back into reality, he took the ring out of the box and slipped it onto your finger.

   "Umm... Sorry I'm just surprised that your actually said yes. I mean, I'm so so so happy that the love of my life is now my fiancé, but-" Mark was soon interrupted by your lips.

   "Just shut up and say you love me." He smiled and kissed you again.

   "I love you, (Y/n)."
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Mark will not forget your last day.
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   Mark smiled at you as his wrinkled hand held yours. White hairs had grown on both of your heads, showing your old age. You lay on a hospital bed with IV lines stretching around the room. Your (e/c) eyes that used to be filled with life was now getting paler, almost as if your soul was slipping out of you one drop at a time. You wore a light blue gown that ended at your calves. Even though it was a hospital gown, Mark thought you looked as beautiful as always. Why you were here, on your soon-to-be death bed, before him, he had no clue.

  Mark had hoped that he would be on the hospital bed with you holding his hand as he took his last breath. Living a life without you, even if it was a few days, wasn't something he wanted to experience. Mark is just waiting for his death, him already accepting it a few years ago. After all, he checked everything off of his bucket list by now. Mark was the #1 YouTuber on all of YouTube, surpassing Pewdiepie ages ago. He had stopped making videos when he was thirty something, wanting to spend as much time as he could with you. You are his life.

Now here you were, laying on a thin, white bed with a white blanket over you. Friends and family were gathered around you, Mark being the only one touching your hand. The others wanted to, but they were afraid that a simple touch might make your slowly beating heart stop.

   "Mark?" You asked with eyes staring at the ceiling.

   "Yes, sweetheart?" Your dear husband answered with a small, encouraging smile on his face. Today, you had not spoken to any one besides now. Everyone was listening quietly.

   "I can feel it. I can see it. They're coming for me now. I love you, Mark. I love my family, I can see Mom and Dad now. I'm sorry I'm leaving, but I've spent my time to the fullest." Tears were dripping down your pale face as you forced out your last words. Slowly, you closed your eyes and fell into a deep slumber. One that'll last forever.

   "(Y/n)? Wake up, please! Don't leave me." Mark sobbed out as he tightly gripped your hand. His entire body was shaking.

   But that was all he remembered. Everything was a blur, random images that didn't last connect with the last. The only thing that was clear as day was your last words.
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Mark will not forget you.
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I'm sorry that I didn't post this the day of the other post (you know what I mean). I was so caught up in things that I didn't notice the days that past. But at least I posted it now, right? I hope I don't take offense to anyone because of my late update. I really don't want people thinking "oh, she doesn't care." or "she is being so disrespectful." I really do. But once again, I apologize for the late update.

Well, I'll see you in the next post.

See, ya.

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