I sit by the hospital bed mark lays in, unconscious. It's been three days and I haven't moved. It's all my fault. It started with an argument.

◇flashback◇

"Mark will you help me? I can't figure this out." I sigh.

"Yea ya. Give me a minute." He said.

"I don't have a minute Mark. I need help now."

"Your so damn needy." He mumbles under his breath as he gets up from his computer.

"Nevermind. If I'm so damn needy just finish what your doing. Whatever it is its more important than I am."

"What if it is?" He looked down at me.

"Then we shouldnt be getting married. I'm supposed to be number one, not that." I say pointing to the computer.

"Fine. We won't get married." He hissed. "God. I wish I'd wake up with amnesia one day and forget your dumbass." He grits his teeth. "I'm leaving." He walks to the door, not wanting to come back. I sit there and cry. He couldn't really mean it could he?

An hour later I get a call from an unknown number.

"Is this Mrs. Fischbach?"

"Soon to be I hope." I sniffle "Something wrong?"

"Mark fischbach has been in a car crash."

"Oh my god!" I drop my phone and cover my mouth.

◇flashback over◇

I hold his hand. "I'm so sorry Mark. It's all my fault." I look up at a mirror and see my makeup running. I miss the taste of his kiss. I miss his sweet voice. I miss his kind heart. I miss him.

His hand twitches in mine and I jump back, slightly startled. His eyes flutter open.

"Oh my god Mark! I'm so sorry." I hug him, careful not to hurt him. I feel so much better now that he's awake.

"Who are you?" My heart shatters all over the floor.

"I-i was your fiancé." I whisper, tears coating my cheeks.

"You 'were'? What do you mean?" He asks.

"I made you mad. You left after saying you'd wish to forget me. You got into a car accident. That's the short of it." I choked back a sob and twisted the engagement ring around my finger. "It's all my fault. I'm so sorry." I fall to the floor.

♡Marks p.o.v♡

I open my eyes, the light blinding me. A beautiful young girl hugs me. Makeup is running down her face. She must be important to me if she's here but I don't remember her. I ask. She tells me a short story about us. Little bits and pieces of my memory comes back to me.

"Jenny?" I ask.

"That's me." She answers softly.

It all rushes back to me. Holy fuck. I was such a dick to her.

"I'm so sorry. Your my little biscuit, I should have treated you better..."

"No mark, it was my fault."

"Agree to disagree?"

"Agreed." I grab her face and pull her into a kiss. God. I hope this doesn't happen again.

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