It was 2 am. No text from Mark for days except that one “sorry, wrong text” text a couple days ago.
You were sitting on the couch of your shared apartment with your arms crossed and your frustration growing by the minute. Your head turned as you heard the fumbling of keys outside your apartment door.
You watch as the door open slowly. You continue to watch as Mark places his keys into your key bowl and swiftly taking off his shoes. He completely ignores you as he enters the bedroom. At this point, you’re fuming. You stand up and follow him into the bedroom.
You usually just shrugged it off and gave him the silent treatment before he would apologize or vise versa. There was something that just... Clicked and you started to argue with him. It wasn’t healthy to start bring up things from the past, but one thing led to another and it escalated real fast.
This was the last straw. All the missed calls, missed dates, the warmth from him was gone.
“I’m done. I’m done with you. I’m leaving!” You screamed with tears falling from your eyes.
“Fine, go then.” He coldly snapped back.
You took a deep breath to compose yourself before slamming the door. You angrily made your way to the elevator and climbed on. You were already having second thoughts. You wanted to run back into the apartment and apologize, giving him hugs and kisses. You were about to... Until that feeling clicked again. You let the elevator close and that was the last time you saw Mark.
It was weeks since your fight. Mark kept calling, texting you and even visiting your work place. Every time, you barely escaped him. He was persistent. Where was that persistence when you were together? It wasn’t until you were closing up your work building that you saw Mark again. You tried to hurry up to your car, but he swiftly blocked your driver’s door.
“Y/N. Let’s talk please.” He begged, his voice almost as a whisper
“We don’t need to. You made it very clear that you don’t want to be with me anymore.” You replied, trying to grab onto your car handle.
“That’s not what I said!” He exclaimed.
“I heard you loud and clear Mark, you ignored me for weeks... No text, no phone calls, not even saying hi to me when you just came back from your tour. Nothing. I don’t want to go through that again.” You spat out. You were angry, tired and depressed.
You loved Mark. You didn’t know what to do with everything. Your hands instinctively reached out for his hands, but you quickly pulled back. Mark noticed and tried to reach out for you... You swatted his hands.
“... I just need some time away from you.” You whispered before pushing him slightly away from your door. You climbed in and turned on the ignition. You opened your window and lastly said your goodbyes.
“Get home safe, okay?” You said, before driving off.
Mark watched as you drove off. His heart was crushed. He never should have fought with you. He shouldn’t have ignored you all those weeks. He needed a sign. A sign from some higher power or something... He needed you back, no matter what it took. He loved you too much to let you go this easily.
