arysbruv

'Tis I, Arys

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My Love, Mine All Mine.

My love, mine all mine.

Summary: Marc and you had been childhood sweethearts, then he suddenly got colder and colder until he randomly left one night. You thought you’d never see him again, until one lonesome night where you meet the love of your life again.

Pairings: Marc Spector x reader. Warnings and whatnots: Unhappy ending, angst.

You stare longingly at the photo in your hand. Photographed nicely in the worn out and crumpled polaroid were you and your former lover, Marc Spector. You smile sombrely.

“Come on just one photo Marc!” You shouted into the wind that blew on your clothes, you were all smiles.

Marc looked at you, his usual grumpy expression painted his face. Yet, you saw something soften in his features. He raises a finger.

“Fine!” He shouted back. “Only one!”

He had quickly grabbed onto your body, bringing you closer as he took the polaroid camera in your hand. You lean closer to him, grinning as you had managed to convince him. He rolls his eye before smiling at the photo.

It was the last day you had seen each other, a calm before the storm. You still talked to each other on the phone afterwards but it was less talking and more arguing. You were frustrated and he didn’t seem to care, until one day he just stopped responding.

A week later, you stopped calling.

You never really got over him, evidently as you sit in the park outside a bar, on New Years, looking at the photo of him. You sigh and shiver at the cold night. You look at the bar behind you. Your friend had invited you out and they were too busy getting drunk to notice you leave. You sigh as you look at your watch, realising it was way too late to be out and that you should probably bring your blasted friend home.

You step into the bar, scouting out your friend. You furrow your eyebrows as you search for her, finally spotting them taking shots with a random guy. They see you and smile widely, waving and shouting at you to wait a bit. You shake your head, laughing at their behaviour.

You take a seat at the bar and look around the bar, until your eyes landed on a man seated at the counter. Your eyes widen as you see him. Was it actually..?

He sensed you looking at him and quickly raised his head, you look away, not wanting to make eye contact.

Your heart raced when you saw him. You had to get out of there. Your heart was conflicted, not knowing if you wanted to leave or speak to him. To see him and spill your heart out. You quickly stood up from your chair, pushing your way to your friend who was laughing widely. You grab their arm, telling them you had to leave but they don’t listen, waving your arm off.

Marc watched you from the bar, watching as you try your best to convince your friend to leave with you. Did he cause that? Were you that hurt by him that you cannot even stand to be in the same vicinity as him? He felt a pang of guilt hit his heart as he thought about how he had left you. He had heard about you sobbing and crying day and night from people but he could never come back and see you.

He purses his lips, you had shown him what his heart was worth. He would have died for you. He would have killed for you. Yet, he had left you. What kind of man was he? Leaving you just like that.

He observes you as you finally give up on your friend and head outside. His heart and head argued, not knowing if he should follow you or not. He desperately wanted to talk to you.

“Talk to her.” The bartender says, giving him a shot of vodka. “For the nerves.” He explains.

Marc looks at the bartender then at the shot. He inhales before grabbing the shot and downing it. He psychs himself up for the worst as he exits the bar.

You hear the door open and you turn your head, not expecting to have seen him. He looks at you, giving a small awkward smile. He hadn’t aged a day physically, and you hadn’t aged a day mentally. Your heart fluttered as he moves to stand next to you.

“Cigarette?” He says, offering you a pack. Your eyes fill with sadness. Maybe this really wasn’t Marc…

“I… No thanks…” You say politely.

The only sound that was heard was the wind rustling the leaves and the crickets chirping in the bushes. For you, you could here your heart throbbing and breaking everything he breathed.

“I…” You started to say before he quickly cut you off.

“I never meant to leave you like that…” He says. “It was just… I had a lot of things that I had to do and I just… couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t risk you.”

“Marc… You promised me. We’d go through everything together, why would this be any different?”

“I couldn’t get you hurt,”

“I couldn’t get you hurt, not you..” He says, sighing. “you are too important.”

“I… I spent so much time wondering what I did wrong and you suddenly waltz right back into my life, blabbing about how you didn’t want me to get hurt?” You say, a tinge of anger lacing your voice.

“No- I won’t accept that. If you didn’t want me to get hurt, you wouldn’t have left me. You wouldn’t be here in front of me, after leaving me all those years ago!”

“I… I really loved you Marc, and I still do… But, you can’t make those decisions for me. I’m grateful you want to protect me but, I need to learn to protect myself. With you.”

Marc stares at you wide eye as you put your hand up to his cheek. The corner of his eyes well up with tears and you felt your heart shatter. You pull away from his cheek.

“I’m sorry. I just- I couldn’t…” He starts but you just smile at him.

“My rides here.” You say, looking back at the bar where your friend still was. You hoped they would get home safe. You look at Marc. You hope he would get home safe.

“Goodbye Marc.” You say, and he watched you go.

He watched as you disappear into the distance like the moon at the end of the night, and the sun at the end of the day. You were his moon, and you always would be.

My Love, Mine All Mine.

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