weeks. Months. Barely answering messages or calls. He only talks to you in school.

enough is enough, so you stopped calling. You stopped texting. You pulled away

And now Mark stands at your door, covered in sweat, dirt and a little blood, you can see the fear. He can't lose you. He won't let you go.

"Please? Just one more chance? I know I messed up, I know I can't keep canceling plans and forgetting to message back. I just-.."

The hesitation clear in his voice

"I need to tell you something"